Advocacy till the End
Steven Swiatek, Buffalo State College
The day my father died.
Was the day part of me disappeared.
The self-worth, gratification, happiness
Vanished along with my innocence and religion.
I was forced down a path never knowing
Whether I would return.
Many have died taking this path
If Sylvia was lady, then I was just Lazarus.
I felt like a victim of circumstance
Living on borrowed time everyday expecting
The inevitable end that just continued to keep me waiting!
I was left sitting there empty wondering if my happiness could return
But all that changed when I embarked on the Quest for Happiness!
Just like an auto immune disorder
Mental illness is attacking yourself!
It makes us vulnerable not just to our own thoughts
But to the views of others.
Restructuring reshaping our selves
from the inside out, But this is just the
beginning. This quest never ends! you can
Never say you are healed like you would with
A broken leg or the flu.
It takes constant effort strength!
Some may say that life is full of sadness trying to
Destroy you and send you back down the path.
One’s own mind can be the worst kind of hell!
We are always fighting for our own happiness.
Just getting out of bed studying and passing a test
Is such a victory to the self.
While this virus may be destructive to the body
It can also be for the mind.
We must live like we have survived much worse
Because we have.
Anyone can and will achieve happiness,
But it cannot be one sided
Everyone can agree no person
Deserves to suffer like this.
We must give love in order to receive love.
VERY WELL CRAFTED!