Somewhere out there is a place better than this.
Bright sun shining warmth down on the faces
of a family with all the radiance and love of God and the universe.
This pain does not exist, only hope and the joy of anticipation of all the wonderful days ahead.
Happiness, true happiness without the worry
Or constant nagging anxiety over each and every detail of life.
How did I get to this place?
Ever so slowly I feel my optimism fading away into a sea of nothingness
Covered by dark storm clouds
It’s days like this when I wonder how many people I’m fooling
With my smiles and the perfectly painted face that all is right but really its
Money can’t buy happiness but it can pay the bills, put food on the table and provide luxuries that most people call necessities
Somewhere out there is the answer to this mess and the key
The key that turns the lock and gets us out of this depression and into a happier life
A more peaceful life
Perhaps that key is God, but I feel like I’ve lost my way, like a lost child crying out for her mother who is no where around
Or maybe her father is standing right behind her and all she has to do is turn around and look up.
Perhaps all along she’s just looking for the wrong thing.
Poetry was my outlet as a teenager, dealing with depression that came after my mother abandoned my family. This is my first poem in years, and it reminds me of why I loved poetry years ago. It’s a way to get my feelings out in a form that I don’t think has to make sense to anybody but me, but when it does, it’s all the better.