Red Toolbox

There's a red toolbox 

Left forgotton in the shed

Old, rusted, and full of tools

Maybe it's time to let it go.

There's a retired hammer

Unable to keeps its head on

Toss aside for something new

Maybe it's time to let it go.

There's a old screwdriver

Dull and pointless

After years of abuse

Maybe it's time to let it go.

There's a pair of neglected gloves

Only called upon at times of need

Taking the damage after each project

Maybe it's time to let it go.

Fields of Wildflowers

Driving through the country side,

Seeing all God's creations.

Discovering fields covered wildflowers,

Always stopping to take a stroll.

There were fields of dandelions,

Rows and rows far as the eye can see.

Admiring each one unaware step by step,

Patches transforming into marigolds...

Driving through the country side,

Seeing all God's creations.

Discovering fields covered wildflowers,

Always stopping to take a stroll.

There were fields of asters,

Miles and miles spread into the horizon.

Smelling each one unaware step by step,

Fungus grows on their broken stems.

Driving through the country side,

Seeing all God's creations.

Discovering fields covered wildflowers,

Always stopping to take a stroll.

There were fields of white hyacinths,

Scarcely at first but endless upon second look.

Lying down in the middle unaware,

They are wilting with poppies in their place...

The Raft

I close one eye

Lying alone on the raft.

Listening as the voices

Die down.

I close the other eye

Lying alone on the raft.

Allowing the waters

To wash over me.

I float down the river

Lying alone on the raft.

Waiting as the lights

Grow dimmer and dimmer.

I fall into deep sleep

Lying alone on the raft

Saying for the final time

Goodbye...

The Affair

I gave her my youth

She wasted it

Aging it up

Giving it to them.

I gave her my trust

She torn it in half

Tying the halves in ribbon

Showing it to them.

I gave her my heart

She ripped it to pieces

Boxing the rubble and

Presenting it to them.

I gave her a spot in my bed

She stole the rest

Leaving me in the cold

Sharing it with them.

I was sharing everything with her

Never knowing Life was having

An affair with the unholy duo

Depression and Anxiety.

I'm Sorry

I glance down at the

Reflective metal.

Staring at the face

Of my despair.

I slide the edge

Across the surface.

Releasing the tension

As canyon forms.

I close my eyes

For the final time.

Dimming the lights

Until I left in the dark.

I breath one last statement 

for all to understand.

Echoing until days end

I'm sorry, I can't go on.

How Are You?!

How are you?

A simple question on the surface.

A complex question in practice.

Externally, you hear "I'm good!"

Internally, I'm holding back the burden.

How you doing?

A polite greeting for the average.

A stress inducing greeting for the troubled.

Publicly, it's answered "I'm perfect!"

Privately, I'm pushing down the pain.

Are you good?

A friendly check-in to the uninitiated.

A revealing check-in to the instituted.

I'll always answer "I'm fine!"

I'll always hide the need for help.