Not A Sad Poem?

I don't like writing poems that aren't sad but I tried.

Not a sad poem?

I love the outside.

I have never gone camping,

Not real camping.

My family never wanted to,

We were always too busy.

I want so much more than I was given.

I want to feel the breeze as I run.

I want to hear the love of my life say my name.

I want to have a job I love.

I want to find a hobby that isn’t just a distraction.

I want to travel around the world

I want to meet people.

I want to experience everything there is to experience in life.

I yearn for fresh air.

I yearn for the day I can finally say I am happy and mean it.

I will cling to this dream of mine,

That shines so brightly.

Because even though I am drowning,

Maybe someday I will figure out how to save myself.

Maybe one day I can have all of these things.

Maybe one day when I am 93 I will look back on my life

And be satisfied.

I want to live each day as though it is my last.

I want to never feel useless or worthless.

I don’t want this depression.
So I will hold on, to the picture of a meadow in my mind.

Brilliant purples and yellows and reds.

Tulips and daisy’s and green grass.

A big tree, in the center of the whole world.

Just waiting for me.

And when I get there, there is a notebook and a pen.

The tree inviting me to write,

Inviting me to sit down and rest and bathe in the shade they gladly provide.

If you ever want to find me, I will be there.

Under this tree, writing poems.

Author's Note

If you ever need me I will be under the tree. As always, thanks for reading let me know what you think x~

Reviews

[Guess]

really like this one, it just flows so well