I tried not to let it show. The scars and damage.
My wounded heart , broken
ribs and soul. The sorrow
and pain. The thought of
not being the same as they
wanted me to be. Society
was to blame. Took a mattress instead of a boat. Off to the
river I went to make it float.
Had nothing with me but white sheets and a pillow. Left my
books and music back home.
I watched the fish swim from
down below between the river
black and silver grey stones. Wondered for hours in my
thoughts. Was this decision
right or was it wrong. To
runaway miles from home.
Or to let the voices in my
head take full control. Laid
back on my mattress and
looked above to God’s velvet
red skies. The sun was setting
down. It was so calm and quiet.
The waters created good
vibes along. Felt like this
was some kind of meditation.
I never felt this better with
out my antidepressants
medication before. Shut
my eyes and wondered
through the empty
hallways of my mind.
They were pretty much
like dark corridors.
Shadows of the night
followed along. Shut
my eyes and listened
to the soft melodies
of the gentle currents.
Thought of staying
out in the river some
more and row back
later to home when
I feel ready and strong
