I just want to write verse all day and night.
It helps me deal with having to be alive.
When facing yet another day gives fright,
I turn to pen and page to simply survive.

I’m lucky anybody cares to read
I’m lucky in a thousand different ways.
I’ve got to get to where I do not need.
Adulation apart from God’s pure gaze.

For all that any of us need’s within.
Someone real special to me told me that.
So, as I start to spiral yet again,
I remind myself specifically of that.

I do not want your pity, just your love.
I’ll return it back to you with lots of hugs.