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Re: writing as a form of therapy

@Former-Member ..... 

Re: writing as a form of therapy

Hello @Ralph , read you poem here

@Maggie , @Tortoiseshell 

@Silenus , @Former-Member , @BlueBay , @Faith-and-Hope  hugs

Re: writing as a form of therapy

My head hurts so much 

I'm in so much of a rush 

My thoughts are to go away forever 

never to return 

fear is hurting me 

fear is overwhelming me

 

no one gets me I'm so pathetic 

I'm drowning in my thoughts 

it's hard to explain what I'm thinking 

as at times it's all too cloudy 

 

I want to wipe it all away

start afresh and have no blame

but that's not going to happen

i need to let out my anger 

before I explode and breakdown 


the tears are trying hard 

to wet my face as it trickles down

my body aches 

for there's nothing left 

 

Re: writing as a form of therapy

SIGNS ARE GOOD

 

1.

First dawn bird

sound

sleepless.

 

It doesn't happy

when I try to make

myself do it.

 

Sleep the

night.

 

2.

Life is long

and short some

times faster then

again slow.

 

Signs are 

good when

not ominous.

 

Here is good

enough.

 

As I feel

think

am.

 

3.

Or backwards

or a perpetual

circle.

 

A snake

eating.

 

4.

Well, it's not the

ad life, and yet

has its own 

ragged glamour.

 

How vain don't

be like that

a voice

that is my

own.

 

Another my own

voice says something

tangential.

 

5.

Behind the

face scheming to

attract people who

might smile or give

hug.

 

I think there's some

thing may be 

revisiting from

thirty years

ago.

 

Who?

 

6.

Calming that

there are many

more birds

now.

 

Thank you who

ever you are.

 

The world

awakes and

so it is time

for my

dreaming.

Re: writing as a form of therapy

SLOTH

 

there is a list of

how many hours

creatures sleep.

 

humans not 

that high, sloths

not at the top.

 

some sleep only

a very little.

 

i have slept

more years than

some lifetimes.

Re: writing as a form of therapy

I'm safe
I say
I'm safe
I stay

 

For at least 40 years

I've battled with fears

For the last 40 years
I tried stop my tears

 

I'm safe
I say
I'm safe
I stay

 

When it feels like a dream

When I don't dare to scream

When I wait for the morning

When I battle the warning

 

I'm safe
I say
I'm safe
I stay

 

These thoughts of death

Have never left

 

I'm safe
I say
I'm safe
I stay

Re: writing as a form of therapy

WRITING ABOUT WRITING

 

Quiet room in

imaginary space,

why is there

peace in writing?

 

...

 

To write is

to unknot threads, 

one by one from

tangled mind.

 

...

 

The writing space

gives my mind a

focused experience

of quiet.

Re: writing as a form of therapy

Love it @Mazarita 

Heart

Glad you are safe @Former-Member 

Heart

Hearing you about the bleakness that has been real this summer.

@Silenus @BlueBay @Maggie 

Heart

Re: writing as a form of therapy

DAD

From the day I was born

i was your cheeks

you were my dad

and loved me through and through

for you were so brave

never letting me see your pain

you were dealt such a rough hand

but you were not to blame

you kept me going

through endless suffering

sitting there day after day

waiting for the angels to take you away

too young to die you were lifted up

for your pain was gone, and your spirits soared

the tears I cry are of pain and joy

yet selfishly wished for just one more day

there is not a day that goes by

in which I do not forget

for I was your cheeks

and you were my loveable dad Heart

Re: writing as a form of therapy

Every year I face this fear

Was I ever meant to be here

I fought to see the light of day

And hoped someday I’ve want to stay 

Years have come

years have gone

Battle rages on and on

Tiny babe that was your start 

Coming with a broken heart

No loving arms

No caring hearts

Years have come

Years have gone 

Battle rages on and on.

 

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