My Box

Sorry bad sad poetry follows, I am feeling low and need to get it out.   I have pushed back, I have fought hard. It’s never ending, it flows on and on. But there is always the box.   I am retreating, I am worn down. It is encompassing, it is pushing me to the … Continue reading My Box

I Still Don’t Know if I’m Happy

I've been trying to figure out lately what happy is so I can know if it describes me. Now I have a very clear idea of what it means to be unhappy in fact I know what it means to be crushingly miserable but this is not about that. This is about happy, something that … Continue reading I Still Don’t Know if I’m Happy