There is so, so much good,
so much to smile about.
Once I was that teenage shoegazer,
the one cloaked in sorrow,
listening to the cure, bathing in tears.
I spent hours locked in poster covered bedroom,
scribbling poetry and drowning in mind.
From therapist to therapist,
hospital to hospital,
anti-depressants to anti-anxiety medication,
I had no hope for the future and was imprisoned by
my own emotions and fears.
Desperate for attention, for affirmation,
pining for something real, good and true
I caused pain, worry and turmoil but
I just couldn't help myself.
I was lost in hopelessness and confusion and
could see no reason to smile.
I have trouble finding a reason not to.
From blooming irises to
Ian's college acceptance letter,
dark chocolate covered pretzels to
the music of the cure (hey, I still love them!)
Giggling littles to big children maturing,
life moving on, a river flowing,
unknown turns and yet, still flowing...
So so much to smile about.
When I was 17 and found The Reason to smile,
I took my bottles of anti-depressants and anti-anxiety meds and
threw them away.
And all was good. I could smile,
I had hope, I had an answer to my overwhelming
emotions and fears.
I was free.
And I have never looked back.
''The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven—
All's right with the world!''