Everybody asks, How are you?
Out of routine, I respond, All goo’!
I wish somebody knew I’m lying,
And inside I’m dying!
A frustrated soul I am,
Is this the start of depression?
Gritting my teeth is how it began
Hurting myself now is where I am.
Wondering if there’s a way out,
I wished I could shout my fears loud.
But afraid of being scorned,
Silently I mourned.
An answer came out of the blue,
With its warmth, my fears flew.
If sorrow wasn’t a part of it,
Is life called an adventure still?
A happy soul I am again,
And content I remain!
If love is all I need,
I have it all indeed!
I’m no more an empty glass,
‘cuz it all came to pass.
If you’re still in that dark,
Don’t worry, It’s just a bit of a lark.