I admit I’ve gotten into the habit of modifying some of the older poems I’ve shared here. I tweak the last few stanzas or add a few lines to make them sound more uplifting. This site is about living life positively, so making those edits makes sense, right?
Well, I’m going to stop doing that.
The next few poems I will share in the category, Living Life Poetically, are other old poems written at a time when I was in a very dark place. They will be presented exactly as they were when they were written. They are titled: “Empty” (2013), “Pain Brush on a New Page” (2014), and “Soul Suicide” (2015).
Looking back at these poems, I realize two things. 1. Wow, these are so depressing, but 2. I’ve come a very long way.
Remember that living life positively is not a glorious fresh coat of paint that you can slap on over your life and suddenly make everything better. It has nothing to do with “The Secret,” the power of the Universe, or manifesting your thoughts into reality. No, it’s about God–acknowledging and not ignoring hardships–and finding ways to challenge them while drawing closer to the things that really matter in life.
Toward the end of the poem, “Soul Suicide” (which is about the death of hope), you will notice a shift in my thinking.
Reflect and restore as you read what I’m going to call, A Series of Unfortunate Poetry.