Poems and Prose
Day after day With mental illness And chronic pain I ask myself Am I enough? I used to know the answer Never even had to ask I parented, worked, played, friended All taken for granted Now just taken Reborn into another realm With new rules and new norms It's time for planting And growing Praying … Continue reading Am I Enough?
All of this time Through sweat soaked nightmares And shivering daylight blur I’m pitiful and cry and wonder why I’m broken, cracked and crumbling Pieces of me shedding and molting Ugly, bare, crooked and revolting Is it possible that this is meant to be A new and hopeful reality This sloughing off of the old … Continue reading All of this Time
From the heavens Came a baby That wasn’t meant to be A miracle, a blessing A gift from the gods Sacrificed Cursed Orphaned While the gods smiled Their task complete Left her in hands Of those meant to take Forgetting that miracles Need nourishment And looking after Selfish hands by nature Forsaking nurture For debts … Continue reading Straight to Hell
Today feels mistaken But I am here My love is near She is mine And softly whines Her gaze slows me And whispers You are everything Today is divine
A wonderful idea for parenting teens!
Friends, as most of you know, I get to spend an hour each week with a group of young people going through addiction recovery. Yes. Young people. I’m talking teenagers who are locked away for at least six months as they learn to overcome their addictions. I’m always humbled and honored to get this time with these beautiful young souls that have been so incredibly assaulted by a world they have yet to understand. This also comes with the bittersweet knowledge that these kids still have a fighting chance while several of my friends have already had to bury their own children.
Recently I asked these kids a simple question: “How many of you have found yourself in situations where things started happening that you weren’t comfortable with, but you stuck around, mainly because you felt like you didn’t have a way out?”
They all raised their hands.
Every single…
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This quote appeared in my Facebook feed yesterday. I won’t name the site, but it is a site that is supposed to support people with mental health issues. Well, it didn’t help or support me, to say the least. In fact, it made me quite angry. It reminded me of the previous post I … Continue reading Open the Door
"Be who you needed when you were younger" These few words carry the weight of the world for those of us that were hurt as children. Some of us were left behind, forced to carry too much, or were physically and emotionally hurt. Broken from birth at the hand of those who were meant to … Continue reading Never Let Go
It started with a handful of pills. I waited, crying, chain smoking, absorbing every ounce of euphoria into my essence, begging, praying that it would stay. Stay with me for 30 days. I didn’t want to use. I didn’t want to be sober. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to live. It ended … Continue reading Fall to my Knees
In the Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus, “The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.” Many times I … Continue reading Rolling Stones
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