I can’t remember it The hopeless struggle The foul spirited dark Nobody left to see My sight in jeopardy I can hear the speaking Underneath the silence In between the tugs I can feel the pulls Like thread through skin Bloodless brutality I am holding breath I am purging Transparent bodies Curled up inside me…
The past is a cowboy with a lasso It’s always the same Sweet memories lead to sad ones Lead to regret, lead to pain Lead to what if’s and why’s And then anger into depression So I hide anchors in the present Ways to thwart the lasso Ways to fight back, to resist The birds…
There is a quote that says “Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal”. ~ Richard Puz So many hands holding fingers holding hands I look at mine holding tears, holding sand The tomorrows seem scattered, they seem sad I can’t reign in the fear that keeps…
I’ve been reading some poetry from a woman I’ve followed for years and I swear she’s been speaking from a place I left many years ago. I thought I wouldn’t survive. I did. And so can you. There are people out there who are a better fit. When you are in a storm you can’t…
Depression is like A taped up box Easy to open Packed full of Past experience Past mistakes Come sift through Remember this? You should be ashamed Depression is like A spooky Cabinet With no lock Fragile China feelings Ugly handmade dolls Mascara black eyes You should be embarrassed Depression is like An old jewelry box…
Nothing Gold Can stay The leaves Fall The horizons Melt Reflections Fade Clouds Evaporate Mountains Crumble And the sun It comes And it goes Because Nothing gold Can stay
I dreamed I was on another planet. It was dark with several moons lighting up the sky. I was wearing a summer dress and planting a large garden. I carried the seeds in one large pocket in the front. I was barefoot and the soil was refreshingly soft and cool. I was happy planting these…
The day breaks On winter And I cry For the warmth It will cover My heart breaks As the cold Creeps in And the tears Turn to ice Before night falls On winter
I wish I could sit In the gold Of morning Sit into the pinks And oranges Of sunset Without having to draw A sword for the black The battle we fight When left alone To face the dark And all its monsters The fights though Bring back the light And even though I feel alone…
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