By Jonothan Hunt

Everything will work out.

I’ll walk home tonight, and see the last of the sun,A smile will grow on my face as to catch it I run,Before it disappears behind the hillAnd vague shadows cast seem quiet and stillI’ll go past a home as mum comes through the doorHer kids eyes glowing like it’s never happened before.Smells of tonight’s curry will waft through the night airAs their daddy calls from the flat up-stairs.I’ll notice the breeze and the birds still awakeA cute couple drive by — sooo cute, double-take.I think of something — an idea in my headIt’s so good — I even take it to bedSometimes, with so many voices around,I forget about mine. And then I hit the ground.It’s hard. And I’m shaken, I feel like the world’s mad —But weighing things up, it’s not all that bad.Of course I keep doing my best and don’t stop,Things might not be right, I might not be top,But looking up, seeing others laugh and smile,Makes me feel a little safer — makes my mountains a stile.Next time I’m confused and life seems a testI’ll see what I can do — leave alone the restI don’t need to stress and over thinking is bad:I’ve just gotta keep caring, drawing, writing, being mad.See my new crafty insta account!Notice me on Twitter