I dream of you
And when you are far away
My thoughts are close to you
You are with me even though distance
Divides, you are my confidante
The one in which I confide
You are the one I share
My life with, my body
With, my soul with
You are my lover
And my best
Friend
(Including here at WordPress!) (and you Charly too)
I love
That we are supported
In all we need and do
Through sleepless nights
And tortured days
Your love shines brightly through
I love
That we are never alone
Though good times and in bad
When hope seems lost
And in the rain
Your comments make me glad! ❤
Living with depression, what I’ve found is that small things can be triggers. Something external might happen that will affect my mood, my mood will sink, and the recovery time is long. My mood doesn’t automatically adjust upwards. It stays low. Not having a strong social system does not help. People need communities. And to belong. The past few days I’ve been thinking about my will to live. Wishing myself away. Except for my children. They need a mother. Maybe I’m not the best mother in the world, but I’m the only mother they have. I find solace in poetry. I’ve been reading poetry in the WordPress reader. Everyone having something to say, and going through their own pain and life experiences.
Another sleepless night.
And when our lives come to an end
What will our thoughts be then?
What will we think, what will we feel
Would we want our lives again?
Will we be at peace, or be at rest?
Or never want to go
To say goodbye to earthly life
And all that we do know
Look what arrived in the post today!
My new iPhone cover designed by my dear friend Erika Kind. Erika is always so amazing, helpful and supportive. A ray of light for me. Particularly today my mood is low, and tired because I am awake since 2am. So now I can carry Erika’s enthusiasm with me, and be reminded positivity!
Please
I am shrouded
By a dark night
Pressing down on me
Sounds of silence
Shrill an empty void
My heart is heavy
As I grapple for air
Sleep teases
As my nightmares
Torment
I’ve been struggling with contentment
It has alluded me
I am trying
But I am not content
I am resentful
And despondent
This evening I received a gift
Encouragement from a friend
An unexpected message about being content
A much needed message
It just popped out, she said
And I know
And I believe
It is God speaking to me
Because He knows
He understands
He feels my pain
And He still loves me
He is a living God
And I am His child.
It is from being low
That we can rise up high
From kissing grounds
To touching sky
I crouch below
And hide away
My covered face
Begins to pray
I rest awhile
I wait for God
Glory to heaven
Glory, my Lord!
I resent every part of me
That took a stand and
Stood up for myself
The adult within
That said you will not
Abuse the child within
The adult is still there
Lurking in the dark
While the child cries
Uncontrollably
Poems and Petals 