Breathe.

A few years ago I wrote a poem.  I was going through a rough patch and I needed something to make me feel better.  This poem is called Breathe.  The title basically speaks for itself.  If you are having a tough time and think things will not get better, they will.  I promise.  But for know all you can do is just breathe.

Just breath.

Take a moment,

Collect yourself.

Put one foot in front of the other.

It's simple.

Right, left.  Right, left.

Or so it seems.

But it's never quite like that.

Never black and white.

It's neon, bright, and crazy.

Always blinking, always changing.

But I guess that's life.

And let me tell you something,

Life sucks!

But it has to.

Otherwise we wouldn't see the good.

The good like you.

You make it worth it.

The little boy down the street.

The old lady that makes cookies.

Your best friend.

They make it worth it.

So just remember,

Breathe.

Right, left.  Right, left.

Because it will get better.

Promise.