Walking Tall

Today I used my legs.  I stood up, said what needed to be said, and now I am moving on.  Things have changed and things remain the same.

Sad words spoken from the silence only brings grief.  No happiness is gained, no new beginnings started, just the conclusion of sparse interludes that for a moment brought some joy.  I am defeated but the battle is not lost, I have failed but will not quit. What was thought to be right was only temporary.  What was had was during the manic times.  Everything seemed to be well. But the manic times are not the real times.  They are the short times in which one part of me is well while the rest ponders in pain.

The darkness is back again.  I had felt it creeping in and I welcome it with arms open.  I can live with the small part of me being sad.  It is easier this way. I work better this way. I think better this way. I feel better this way.  Let me have my small unresolved heart.  Let me be without the messiness of happy emotions.

Things have changed today, and some remain the same.  Today I used my legs.  I stood up, said what needed to be said, and now I am moving on.