Throw Me A Rope
Tips from a drowning optimist.
I am a great contradiction of
spiritually awakened and
clinically depressed.
Swimming through waves of
tired of trying's and
not scared of dying's,
waiting for some one to
throw me a rope,
but the shore line is empty.
I don't want this to be
a poem about how sad
life can be.
I want to bring you hope
where no one's brought it
to me.
The world is so small
and life so temporary,
the problems we face are
more than often
imaginary.
But the imaginary problems
seem harder to face
because if we can't see them
how do we defeat them?
I'll tell you my secret though
it might not work for you,
here's some tips on how
to defeat your imaginary
monsters too.
I drown my demons in
peppermint tea,
I sing them to sleep with
my favorite songs,
I cover them in my
coziest sweater and
I remind them that life is
too short for me to be bothered
by them a second longer.
And after awhile they don't
seem so scary anymore.
This poem started out with a
different direction in mind
but along the way
I realized I just threw myself
my own rope.
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