Breaking Out

I’m so sick of feeling tired. So tired of being undesired. It all keeps adding up and 
I’m sick of it. I’m breaking out. Letting go. Cutting loose. Being free. No more 
letting you keep me down, I’m tearing this wall down. I’m making my escape, I 
will not stay. I’m not the same man I was yesterday. If this could just make it 
through a month or two, I think I would finally be okay. A little voice outside my 
head, wanted to know why the sadness wouldn’t die? A question I couldn’t 
answer. Why? A wake up call. Something finally there to catch me in my fall. The 
frown is turning upside down. The clown is becoming happy. For reasons that 
cannot be explained, I feel pained no longer. As it goes away, I feel the change, 
as the happiness slowly grows stronger. The worst of thoughts, may not be here 
with me any longer. A bit of cheer, with a little luck, I now have a half-filled cup. Let 
today be the day that I stop letting the darkness win. Let today be the day that I 
fight, so that I will be happy again.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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