mightypoems

There used to be a time I could call my friends and ask
“can you come and get me” they’d say be there in a flash.
But now I keep on hoping that our friendships can outlast
all these emotions I’m spewing as I process all my past.
I try to keep them close because we have always had a blast.
But all I can give is silence cause I’m bursting at the seams,
I don’t sleep much anymore as it’s crept into my dreams.
Yeah my body’s going haywire and I don’t have control.
I thought I had it for a while but now my body pays the toll.
Being sick isn’t easy and and the farthest thing from fun.
Still I take the meds, shots and procedures ‘cause the work is never done.
Each treatment only holds so long,
so my body needs more to keep it holding on.
My mind is a tornado of many different thoughts,
all of them bad cause i have already fought,
so many battles in this body that no one else can see.
So I hide the pain inside until it begins to seep, into all of those friendships and places it shouldn’t be.
But when my mind hits overload and I still pretend it’s fine,
I know should have left then, I didn’t, a bad choice of mine.
It’s so lonely knowing you’re not like other people your age.
Like, most of you have never felt your body was your cage.
And this prison is on lockdown and I can never get a break.
I really just don’t know how much more I can take.
I keep trying to pretend I’m not in so much pain, cause I’ve lost some friends for excessively trying to explain,
that this is my life every second, of every minute, of every day.
I promise I’m not trying to shove it in your face,
but there’s no way you can understand this messed up, terrible place.
While my body is the prison, my life is what’s at stake.
So I keep on going and then they start to say I’m “brave”,
As if my choice wasn’t keep on living or you’re heading to your grave.
I hate to admit that this life breaks me every single day,
so I try to find my purpose somewhere beyond the pain.
By: Kate Tierney #mightypoems #ChronicIllness #RareDisease

#MightyPoets

Thank you for your warm welcome into sharing my poem earlier, wrote this one on break at work, so it is still messy but, it got words out.

As I get older, I can’t fake my
Happiness as well as I could
When all the things I love so
Much now, were actually new.
I diminish myself, try to make
Myself fit into a box, not to label,
But to feel like I am as small
As possible. Taking up nothing
In the world. And hoping I will
Shrink until I don’t exist. I will
Dissolve in a flood of my tears.
But in reality the flood comes,
And I like Alice, do wish I hadn’t
Cried so much. And burst out
Of everything because I feel too
Big. I want to cut me down
To size. Leave nothing behind,
Always a Girl Scout, trying to
Leave a place better than I found it.

Migraine

Black as the night
Strong as the sea
Hot as the sun
Burning a hole through me

Sharp as knife
Flashes before my eyes
Days wasted in bed
A painful demise

Weak and sensitive
Painful and sick
Feeling as though
I’ve been with a brick

Pills to prevent
Pills to eradicate
If only there was a pill
To make you feel great

Stealing my days
With fitful slumber
When will they find
A cure for migraine
I wonder
@divamumsteph #Migraine #MightyTogether #wearemighty #mightywithmigraine #migraineandme #mightypoems #MightyPoets

Note from author:
My publisher has asked me to write a story behind each of my poems and I usually don’t do that but I decided to choose a handful of them and go ahead and write the story behind the poem.
I wrote Farwell for my mother who had fought a long difficult battle with lung cancer and near the end she was put on Hospice care and eventually slipped into a coma yet she was still holding on to life.
The hospice nurse said that often times a patient will hold on longer than they should because they were worried about leaving their loved ones behind. She advised us in order to help mother passover we should each take a turn alone with her and say our goodbyes and ensure mother in our own words that it was okay for her to go ahead and let go and pass over.
I told mother that she did a wonderful job mothering and teaching me and that even though I would love to have her around for many more years I knew she was in pain and I knew that she was ready to go see her Lord so she should not worry about me because she had done a wonderful job preparing me for life and I would be just fine.

Farewell

Go on down now
Your eyes can not see
Go on down now
Go down deep

Lay down your dry bones
Now enter that sleep
Go on down now
Go down deep

Go on down now
Leave the rest to me
Go on down my love
Go down deep.

Dianne Lowe Breakfield
Published by Dreaming Big Publications in an anthology titled Person Suit

#MightyPoets #MightyPoets #mightypoems #MentalHealth #BipolarDisorder #BipolarDepression #greif #Greiving #Death #Bipolar2Disorder #Bipolar1Disorder #mentalillnesses

Thigh bones stick out, sharp and defined... Back and shoulder blades are visible the eye... You can easily move your finger down their spine... No pressure is needed, to feel their bones from the outside... You can see their hollow cheeks... And you can see the emptyness, in their eyes... You can see their silent plead for help... If you only looked closer... If you only took the time... They say they already ate... Or they're just not hungry... In some ways they say truth... But they also speak a lie... They say they ate... But the question is, when...? They may not be hungry... But for how long, will their hunger subside...? How long, till they fight the hunger once more...? How long will they last...? Why don't you see past their disguise...? Why can't you open your eyes...? Open them and see... See all the things they hide... See the way they long for food... See the hollowness and the silent cries... See the clear signs... Those signs, that are only visible... If you have the eyes... And an open mind... #AnorexiaNervosa #Anorexia #EatingDisorder #Poem #mightypoems #MightyPoets #poems #Real #realpoetry #Poetry

The morning dawns
My eyes peek into the dark
My mind meets my body
In a symphony of ache
I reach for this pill or that pill
Just to make a beginning
Of another day.
My feet hit the floor
Standing ever so slowly
So I don't crumble
Coffee
Prayer
Sit
The minutes into hours
Before my body catches up
With my mind.
Tiny humans need things
I must press on.
Tick tock
Each day the same.
Broken up by the love of a friend
The opportunity to encourage another
To create
To share
To be.
This is my life.
But it is, as with everything
Only temporary.

Living with your head in the clouds isn't all it is said to be.
The clouds don't keep you afloat. Like everyone hopes..
I can feel the clouds rumble with such anger underneath my once steady feet.
The rain that threatens to fall coats my toes as if it were full of lost hopes and dreams.
The sun blares to harshly,
It leaves red blisters on my once tan skin.
Not the red such as the lipstick you wear everyday to prepare yourself.
The red you see that is fading but still there. It's so bleached by the sun it is almost a rosy pink.
But, my skin is covered in it.
The thunder shakes my mind with each boom and when I fall,
I'm left screaming and breathless as I can see everything I've ever dreamed of.
My once pink face has gone pale from the despair that coats my heart like a thickly made gel
"Oh get your head out of the clouds."
Do you ever once think I've tried?
Living with your head in the clouds isn't all it is said to be.
Most days it's rough.
I know that may sound weird.
As I'm living in the clouds.
Everyday I have to lift a leg, using all the strength in my body.
When I know that my foot will only fall through the fluffy cloud that has held me up for so long.
And when the rain falls my dreams and knowledge go with it.
Some days even my little ounce of hope goes with it.
And all I can do is sit there and watch it fall because some days that rain storm drags me down with it and I'm left screaming and begging for the end of the fall to come.
But,
It never does.
And yet, if I could change this.
I'm not sure if I would.
Because, yes.
The clouds aren't what they are meant to be.
But, I know the good days exist.
The days that I can almost reach everything I've ever dreamed of.
The days I can run freely across the clouds that are so fluffy.
So gentle.
My face is no longer pale.
I'll look alive on these days, my eyes shining with all of my lost hope.
My lips won't be cracked or dry.
Because the sun will also be forgiving, when it sets beneath the clouds.
Have you ever seen the sunset?
The clouds are so beautiful, they become pink and purple, the colors dance with each other.
So full of acceptance for the other
Almost as if they were saying
Stay with me now and forever
Sometimes if I stay still enough,
I can sit on the cloud
And feel the change of color in it as the sun begins to sleep.
It's a nice feeling,
It's almost as if you've been riding the waves all day.
Then you go home and lay on your soft bed.
The clouds begin to turn pink and golden.
They almost look like cotton candy.
With a hint of love.

You know,
They say that the sun loves the moon?
So much that it shares the earth with it?
Such a beautiful love. It's also so heartbreaking.
For the sun loves the moon, but they can never touch.
Never to meet and share a kiss.
But, oh how they love each other.
Maybe that is why I stay in the clouds,
To see the love that I've heard about since birth.
To see what true happiness is to this world.