Optimism

So life is a bit manic at the moment, so for anyone who just knows what it's like to feel well a bit indescribable I thought I'd share a poem I wrote which tries to find the optimism in life.

Cursed

A scattered heart sailed off to sea

to find a better part of me

Thoughts and dreams were left revealed

commotion should have stayed concealed

Once opened, it should have shut

clouds floating should stay put

Lingering trails across a mind

pieces left too hard to find

Optimism may lead me astray

but maybe 'It'll get better' starts today.