Time Poem by Lindsay Marie Cheslock

Things for me always seem to go bad,
it feels like forever I`ll be sad.
But I must comprehend that all this will make me strong,
helping to create a place deep inside for me to belong.
Painted pictures of despair hang throughout my mind,
I color in the black to create bright new portraits so the dark, sour taste of pain can be put behind.
the complexion of happiness is beautiful if we just took the time to stop and see,
that being happy is powerful enough to set us all free!