Truth

What is truth?

Something someone

Told us?

Something we

Believe in?

Truth is

A distant star

Something none

Of us can see

The only truth

Any of us

Can conceive of

Is a simple poem

or a story, perhaps

freaky friday

“depression”

I’ve been unhappy, from time to time, but I’ve never had the experience of being depressed. Maybe it was my difficult childhood that I can now thank for my bouyancy in these troubled times. I know depression sometimes has absolutely nothing to do with a person’s situation, it can be strictly chemical.

However, I don’t like to tout my happiness too loudly, lest the universe decides it’s time to teach me a lesson. I’ve been down that road. Happy freaky Friday!!

–Photo art by me