Look – on paper it’s pretty good
Or if you turn it around
It may be pretty bad
Some people write miracles
With their broken heart
I just write about how I’m sad
And see – I’m in therapy (that looks good)
I take walks (another plus)
My house is clean, my laundry’s done
I make all my meetings
(On paper I’ve nearly won)
I write a note for myself
Here is what I’ll do if it happens again
Like habit hacking grief
Can be done with a post-it and a pen
It may be better than before
It may be better than it looks
Like the lake, there is more beauty
Than I could ever need
But my stupid paper heart
Is burning up with greed
If you read me upside down
I wonder what you’d see
They keep telling me I’m brave
But I don’t look brave to me
With Love,
Natalie