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I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Scenic Route

A mental health parade of fun,
come on join me . . . everyone!
From the healthiest mind to the slightly crazy;
Come Tattooed Kate and the boy named Daisy.

Come along young, come also the old;
those who are timid and those who are bold.
No ones left out in our parade;
no barters for better or offers to trade.

We take our parade on the scenic route;
sometimes we get lost, without a doubt.
But we stick together, skin thick or thin
and we encourage each other with a welcoming grin.

Some of us say I'm doing just fine,
when I stay out of the way of my own mind.
Others, we often trip over our feet,
so we choose scenic routes and call them a treat.

In this parade we give it our all;
there's no pop quiz and no roll call.
Call me crazy and I'll proudly say yes,
yet crazy or sane I'll give it my best.


Inspired by a twitter conversation I had with @MidnightMatters

@grnladybug (Me on twitter):
"Sometimes we chose the scenic route by tripping over ourselves from time to time."

@Midnight Matters:
"I am good as long as I stay out of my own way"