Tell people you are ok,
look outside,
it is all normal,
the passing day,
tomorrow will be the same,
the next, the next, next time,
flowers will begin to bloom
the only simple truth is
normal will remain,
these are darker nights,
lived with them, embraced them most of my life,
my longest line of truth,
what does it matter,
if a person cannot
find that happiness within themselves
why continue
to hurt others with such
visible pain.
Then there is the afterward
we haven’t any idea,
nor do we need to care,
we are dead,
so everything fits into place
life becomes human,
all regrets aside,
maybe there is happiness
on the other side.
Perhaps that exhaustion
expressed in moments of fear,
really is the truth,
maybe there isn’t a solution
even though every
psychologist paid their extra dime,
would protest
believing otherwise.
They have this thing called a
wellness check,
sort of a temporary solution,
offers happiness and
bright lights
a caring manual
to slow down the fright,
but I haven’t found
the perfect script
to play it all out,
out …
out on an empty stage.
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11may2020
Personal Testimony 