If Joy Comes

And if Joy comes How will we welcome him? Will we not fear him, Will we not cower After knowing only Depression for so long? Though we have prayed for him, Though we have drank All through our night (lifetime) What if we hope again to Hear the click Of his mighty boots On the…

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How One Question from my Therapist helped me Realize how much a Soul can Handle.

My therapist asked me a simple question. It was our first time meeting, and I’m sure it’s a question most therapists ask clients paying them too much to do too little. The question was: “What brought you here?” Now me-having just dropped surmountable money for this session, being an excessive overthinker, emotional as all hell,…

Football is Not War

Do not cry, mother, for football is not war. We do not carry arms against the less fortunate Or shoot amongst the crowd And the divided sides are not nations But boys that thought playing a game Made them men. Do not cry, mother. Football is not war.   Yelling men, beer overflowing, we enter…