The easiest way to tell how life is going?
The degree to which I indulge in my favorite music 🎶
*cough, cough, Shania Twain*
And the quality of my poetry.
I struggled, with life, yes but ,
When I was depressed I could paint it so vividly
My passions and pains,
Values an ambitions,
Questions and confusion,
Could be brought into reality and held in your palms.
I would not trade happiness, for anything,
The deep color that filled my words once,
Has met sunlight,
And reflected back onto me,
Through my skin, and my mind