by Trish Austin

Created on: March 30, 2010   Last Updated: April 24, 2010

To return to myself  is  a dream.

Like the poverty stricken wishing  to win a lottery.

I have to get use to  "normal" being.

My heart longs for, like a lost lover,

The days all  a shade brighter.

I awoke with energy as the sun has light.

I had one life. I was going live it fully.

 My life once overflowed with hopes and dreams.

Now days are "normal"

Dim, boring, drab and flat.

One wouldn't think it could change

A person

Much.

It does.

Your world  full of light.

Your heart  full of joy

Happiness, gratitude.

You're told the light was

An illusion.

Your happiness

Fake.

You're asked about

Bi-polar and Cyclothymia?

Return to myself ?

Can I recreate me?.

Into one who finds happiness other

Than in my child's face.

Can I find joy in living?

Without needing practice?

Without taking a class?

It once came so easily.

Will I forget "that" me?

Can one forget the best time

In their life?

Very rare. Unless amnesia.

I will never forget.

Do I fake it?

Till I make it?

That maybe answer.

Psychology wants your

true feelings

Next, it wants pretend feelings.

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