My Mode of Release

In all honesty

I don't see myself

as the stereotyped

"depressed child"

--though my past gives

every reason for that to be true--

In general,

even ask my folks,

I tend to be

a happy camper,

a content individual,

enjoying the entertainment

here on earth.

But some choice observers,

when glancing upon

these records of my life,

dare to suggest

I'm unhappy.

And maybe, in those captured moments,

I was.

But blissfully

I have removed those feelings

from memory.

See, let me explain--

When sadness seeps

into my sorrowful soul

and tears gently

stroke and caress my wary cheeks

my fingers itch to

record and remove. 

When anger grips

like a fierce lion

and my muscles beg

to destroy the gifts

from numerous relatives I don't care about

just to feel in control,

My mind relaxes just enough

to press the delete button

and dump all contents 

to the page.

And when loneliness

slides over in the booth

and whispers couplets softly

into the morning

my soul

writes notes to a future lover

and gains satisfaction and harmony.

With a notebook in hand

Anything I wish to release

can be set to sail

upon these simple pages.