we all will

I recently wrote this poem, its not happy, its not cheerful but it means something to me...

Im dying from loss of blood
My sight is becoming speckled with black dots as the world i once loved fades as i do
My chest, the pain, the smells of death engulf me
Pushing, kicking, screaming
My body twiches against the pains
Fighting for life
But theres nothing i can do
Im doomed to die
I have lost too much blood
The feeling in my hands fades and they grasp at my wounds trying to save their vessle
But as i loose control of my legs and the darkness becomes too much
I stop thrashing
I stop screaming
I stop living

Maybe its too dark and deathly, but not all the world is. There is good and bad, sometimes we have to look at the bad to focus on the good...

Kathleen Armstrong

slime

Do you remember the last time you made slime?
Do you remember the feel of the coloured goo slip through your fingers?
But that coloured goo could also become as hard as a rock... until it lost its shape and seeped through your spread fingers.

Sometimes i think life is like slime, you could have this amazing big ball of happiness, until you stop molding, and it looses its hardness, turns glossy and slides away. You will slowly try to get it back but all it will do it slip and slop everywhere as you frantically clasp you hands trying to get it all back you just make it worse and lose it all.

Don't stop molding, because loosing your happiness is like loosing life.

Kathleen Armstrong