Dear Friend, Do Not Give Up I went into the darkest forests of my mind and came out with eyes more sensitive to the light… I ate from the most bitter of fruits and developed a taste that sings of the possibilities of sweetness… I had ears ravaged by the wailing of my woes and discovered peace in these sublime stretches of silence… I held in my hands my own broken spirit and felt along the cracks for what needed to be mended… I became revolted by the stench of my depression and I fell back in love with the perfume of life, love, and laughter… 11/30/10 M. L. Michael
Dear friend, do not give up
I went into the darkest forests of my mind
and came out with eyes more sensitive to the light…
I ate from the most bitter of fruits
and developed a taste that sings of the possibilities of sweetness…
I had ears ravaged by the wailing of my woes
and discovered peace in these sublime stretches of silence… […]
Every Breath Poetic 