This year I’ve experienced hell and heaven.
Well, it feels quite swell being Devin.
Back and forth to New York,
The cries and the laughter;
The quiet and the chatter;
The things that do and don’t matter;
My eyes hold the cold and intimate memories.
Some drowned and some better me.
When I think of Cat,
I feel oh so feathery,
But some-what weather-y;
A love that’s unpredictable like the oceans,
Some days are a coast and others are a roast.
Molten hot and Arctic cold,
But, I’ve smoked enough pot to ever feel old.
I’ve shared jokes.
I’ve been choked.
I’ve been damaged, bruised,
Lost and so confused.
I free write just to find some insight that’s
Locked inside my mind with no light.
I’ve fought what was out of my control and I’ve sought for the power that I hold.
Hours passed quite fast and those
Hard times we though would never pass,
They made space for the happiness to last.
I learned to love myself,
Sure, it took some help but I still did it.
Whether I’m lost or found
The journey is what makes me proud.