Lost Poetry

AT SOME POINT IN LIFE, YOU REALIZE THAT LIFE IS A ROLLER COASTER. THERE ARE UPS. THERE ARE DOWNS. THINGS WE CANNOT CONTROL. BUT BECAUSE WE ARE HUMANS, WE THINK WE CAN. AND WHEN SOMETHING OCCURS, THAT WE CANNOT CONTROL… THAT'S WHEN WE HAVE TO FACE REALITY. AT THIS POINT, WE EITHER FIND OUR WAY OR GET COMPLETELY LOST IN THE FOREST OF WHAT-IFS.

THIS MEMOIR IS A COLLECTION OF LOST POETRY. POETRY, I WROTE WHEN I WAS AT MY LOWEST. WHERE WORDS WERE THE ONLY THING THAT HELPED ME TO CAPTURE MY THOUGHTS AND NOT DO SOMETHING STUPID. TO STAY SANE. TO BELIEVE I'M HERE TO CREATE SOMETHING. TO ACCOMPLISH SOMETHING. THAT I DO HAVE A MEANING. I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS A HELPFUL MEMORIAL FOR ANYONE WHO'S READING THIS: IT MIGHT BE SADDENING. IT MIGHT BE DEVASTATING. MAYBE YOU WANT TO THROW THIS BOOK AGAINST THE NEXT WALL. BUT I HOPE AT SOME POINT YOU CAN LEARN AS MUCH AS ME FROM THIS EMOTION. SADNESS IS A PART OF LIFE, NO MATTER HOW HARD WE TRY TO DENY IT. ONLY THE UNIVERSE KNOWS, HOW OFTEN I TRY TO DENY IT. TO DENY ANY KIND OF EMOTION. SO SICK OF FEELING THE UPS AND DOWNS. UNTIL, AT A CERTAIN POINT, YOU TRY TO ENJOY THE RIDE. AND I'M STILL ONE OF THE MANY PEOPLE WHO ARE TRYING. BUT AT LEAST I'M TRYING.

MOSTLY, I'M DOING THIS FOR MYSELF. A WAY OF SELF-HEALING THAT I USE TO SHOW MYSELF THAT IT IS OKAY. THAT IT IS OKAY TO NOT BE HAPPY ALL THE TIME. THAT IT IS OKAY TO FEEL NOTHING. THAT IT IS OKAY TO BE LOST.

WELCOME TO MY LOST POETRY.