Yesterday as I sat on some grass, I used a phrase that had much heart.
I told the dog to \"feel your boots\" it means be happy in what you want to do!
Then the emotions ran raw I can still feel them now, I\'ll write with a smile but the tears run well and this dam knot in my throat will untangle a spell
My thoughts are stuck as I try to share what I feel, that powerful people in my life that saw me bigger than I see myself.
A childhood friend that showed me how to carry myself proud, for a while now has not been around but each time my two wheels free me on the road. I thank him for being what I needed most.
There is a few others but one lady trumped them all, at least the others were accidents, she couldn\'t take it anymore.
She told me I was amazing and filled me with pride, nothing ever looked like it broke her stide.
So many phrases could roll off her tongue, a London and Brooklyn through through genuine flow
Speaking true she did well must be why we stayed friends after losing social circles when relationships dispel
A delightful voice she became on the phone, we need to catch up was always at the end of the call.
Then came the news, she had ended her path with me, lost in an emotion I still can\'t believe.
What I saw in her was the same as me, we\'d cried together and understood our ability to pull our socks up, if not for our kids but for our own but this is hard to do over the phone.
Forever I\'ll miss that catch up waiting to put our worlds to right, although your passion lives on in every word I write.
Depression is not disease, its someone unable to cope. Looking to find others that aren\'t hiding all their darkness as well, in the end the only answer is the ones we share with ourselves.