I always as myself if people are proud of me,
Have I had an impact do I matter,
When I am no longer here will I be remembered,
Will I be thought kindly and bring a smile,
Or will my name make people run a mile.
Everyday I look and reflect upon my failings,
Everyday worry that everyone’s time I’m draining,
I wonder all the time are my actions oppressive,
Or is this merely a reflection of poorly managed depression.
When I look upon what I’ve it brings lots of sadness,
As my health has took so much even most of my gladness,
I look at what I’ve done and think how much more I could’ve achieved,
If only my body did not hate me and kill me from inside,
December 28th 2015 the day I almost died,
Infection nearly made me face my maker.
If they looked upon my book what would he see?
Would it be very different from how I see me?
Would they welcome be into the fold a project complete,
Or will they shake their head in disappointment and defeat.
I know my many failings and it is more than one,
I know I’m too hard upon my self that’s failing number one,
I should treat myself with kindness that would be such fun,
But all I can ever do is reflect on ICU and make that gun is never a real one.
I’m turning corners now, I’m planning now you see,
With examples like Julie, Dorothy and Megan how great can I be,
I know see myself in futures never dared,
For in but just a moment it might not be there.
But after speaking with the greats,
I started to believe maybe I could dream and achieve,
Thank you goes to these council of three,
For giving my hope and faith I can believe.
Thank you to all who lift me up,
Thank you to everyone whose ever gave a fuck,
Thank you to those who brought a smile in dark days,
And finally thank you to those who support me everyday.