This past summer there was a lot of change starting to unfold. I remember I spent the afternoon on my blue couch and wrote this poem. I felt like somehow at that moment I realized how much I came to this certain spot. I realized how much pondering I did and processing. It was my little solid rock through all of the newnesses.

Sitting On That Blue Couch

Sitting on my blue couch

wondering what my life's all about.

Then my thoughts come out

and I doubt.

Sitting on my blue couch

watching the sun go down

Round and round and round.

Feelin like the day was a drag

but I don't want anyone to know I'm sad.

I want someone to come knock on the door

I want my phone to ring once more.

I want someone to message me

come over, please.

So now I wait

and I think everyone ran away.

Sitting on my blue couch

with my emotions that are going down.

Situations pop up, so loud.

I'm all alone, why can't I get all out

without feeling like I'm the crazy one now.

People say it's okay to express what you're going through

but I don't want to feel like a burden to you.

Sometimes I don't know what to do.

So why not just change it into trying to not feel so blue.

I just want to be like you.

Who walks in freedom and knows what to do.

All my life I was afraid to initiate

so now I wait.

Hoping one day I look in the mirror

and say hello to the growing person that sees everything clearer

I know you want to be on the lookout.

Keep an eye on yourself

Sitting on that blue couch