Sitting alone in my own little world, I watch as life passes by.
I have no energy, no fight left in me to join in.
I dream that I am part of the laughter, of the fun but I cannot partake.
Where is my happiness? Where is my joy?
I want to smile. I want to dance. I want to be free.
It seems that my reasons for happiness are no longer there.
Have I given up on them or did they give up on me?
I cannot forgive myself for forgetting my art or prose.
I will not forgive my lackadaisical attitude towards life.
It is my own fault that I am sitting alone, alone in my own little world.
Anthony Johnson writes: “I am a 21 year survivor of HIV. I went through a very dark period in my life dealing with physical and emotional health issues. The only tether and voice I had was my poetry. Usually my poetry is kept to myself but over the last few years I have become an advocate for the HIV positive community and share my experiences and past freely.” Hailing from Flint, Michigan, Anthony lives in Fort Lauderdale where he is a prevention case manager at Broward House.