Why lament in despair when in departing, one has arrived?
Why sigh, why whine when there is is much to be done?
And why grieve, when the celebration is due to commence?
-randomlyC
(I made this little poem in anticipation for things much more positive and and assured for a dear friend who is grappling and battling with depression. She has much to offer, and yet closes herself up in self pity; and as much as I would like to infect her with my Pinkie Pie party-charm affection, it is but a dream to shape her into who she does not believe she can be. She yearns to be left alone. Alone we are plainly, alone. With a friend or two we can lean on for support and love, and that is what true friendship is about, being there for each other even in the dullest of moments, when the facade is stripped away and allow the personality to shine. Sure, one's family shapes her adult formative years, but the adolescence in us never fades. The innocent girl, robbed of her childhood, the growing teen, having been told she is just not that good enough, and today, a mother of 2 tender kids with a husband who is no longer around for her. Life gets tough, and tougher, and before we allow it to get toughest, we fight back, and that's what we all can do with the freedom and choice that has been offered to each and every individual. I hope she will choose to swallow a happier pill instead henceforth, God is always with us all, if we allow Him entry into our lives)
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