Poetry: The Pin Drop

Before you laid the most beautiful sunset of your short life. Clear. Crisp. Pristine. All nature had to offer. Bright yellows, deep reds, and in the recesses, bruise-like purples. And in this fleeting moment, you pause to take it all in. The beauty. The fresh air. The air was still. You take notice. There are no birds chirping. No traffic. All was still, and all was quiet. You could hear a pin drop. For a moment, you think you did. And then, just shying from the corner of your eye, you saw the pin drop. A sun rose in the East, even though the day was done.

Poetry: Unsure

So many years I was dissatisfied
Not sure what I wanted from life
Felt there was nothing I could do
Nothing I could look forward to

But I know now that's just a lie
Something I was telling myself
Just to get by
Held myself back for someone else

Put your shoes on your feet
and walk right out that door
Cause there ain't no need
to feel that way anymore

Take some time for yourself
And put things back together
Put depression on the shelf
Misery shouldn't last forever