If strong people break down and cry,
and go on living without asking why,
is it a good thing to depend and rely,
and look up for freedom in the blue sky?
If broken people start picking up the pieces,
and start writing poems just for the hurt it releases,
is it a good thing to bare your soul for others to read,
when loneliness cannot satisfy your aching need?
If happy people start telling jokes to make you laugh,
can you stick out your neck and prolong it like a giraffe?
Is it a good thing to hang your heart on the line,
and look for something I could never call mine?
If sad people can look for something to be happy about,
and find it, is it with joy or accomplishment they shout?
Is it a good thing, then, I wonder, to feel this way,
when you want answers immediately, but find it on another day...
Jacqui Broad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-good-thing-4/
