SONNET OF REST

I lay in awe of things I’ve gained
And weep in shame of all I lack
The things I’ve done, the me I’ve maimed
Engulfed in voids of literary black.

The gravity of depths succumbed
Forbidden words I’ve yet to choke
Ideas of good things I’ve numbed
Regretting still the day I woke

Forlorn in pain and misery
All these things that make me, me
A paradoxical mystery;
Tempts the elusive discovery

Thinking thoughts I think are best,
The blissful calm of eternal rest.

-Joanna Finella, 
May 31st 2012.

This is something I wrote when I was in a major funk; in the end, I made sure to get the help I needed and to embrace those I love. CLICK THIS LINK FOR MORE INFO  and never hesitate to tell someone how you feel! Despite what others tell you, including yourself, let me be the one to assure you that you DO matter and you WILL overcome this. Or, transfer that negative energy into literary utterances or other forms of healthy art. Or get a cat. They are almost always in more terrible moods than you, haha!