This is just a short little poem/song I wrote (that you can actually find on my old blog, pr0gressn0tperfection.wordpress.com – zeros in the words ‘progress’ and ‘not’, not o’s.) in November 2015. Short backstory: I had been relapsing on and off for a month or two by the time I wrote this, and this particular day I was reminiscing being in treatement. Just wanted to clarify that it’s not a representation of where I’m at now. But I love looking back at these sometimes to help me remind myself just how far I’ve come. And in only a year. So it’s called “Little Lakes.” I hope you like it!
a poem/song by Jon W.
There’s a dirt road
That I’ve been walking on this year
But rainfall blurs the borderlines
And makes it disappear.
Little lakes of your heartbreaks
Form beneath my feet
They show me my reflection
A man that I don’t want to see
Cause I don’t recognize
The sad eyes looking back at me
You say, remember
After rainfall comes a rainbow
I say, I know
It’s always in my sight, just never in my reach.
Take me back home
Where laughter was my favorite song
Back where I know the
Gray skies never stay for too long
Back to my oasis,
Where black is white and right is wrong
Where my whines and woes of yesterday
Are back where they belong
Inside the songs
Inside this song.