For an Old Mended Soul

Everyday I remind myself,
    I am wanted,
      I am needed,
      I am loved,
I learn to forgive myself for old transgressions,
Knowing I can’t change the past,
But moving forward  
I can maneuver in the right direction.
            Absolving myself is an integral part,
It’s vital to the soul and heart,
            Because without mercy there’s no telling
What depression can do…
      I am wanted,
      I am needed,
      I am loved,
I do good things for family and friends,
      I am respected,
      I am appreciated,
      I am well liked,
And though the thoughts come and go,
I know I have a fighting chance.
 
I can go to counseling and take a pill,
But I can’t sit still,  
 because my quill,
  will spill ill,  
   until my will,  
    is then fulfilled,  
A testament to my family and friends
Of how much I love them,
      Appreciate them
      Respect them,
So that when the thoughts come and go,
They no longer have power over me,
I am free,
I am loved,
I am…
A poem composed for an old mended soul,
Because poetry  
  is my therapy.