This is today's 3 line poetry prompt about gratefulness in the past, present and future.
The Christmas tree turned on at night gave light to a saddened face;
A coach whose name ends in a Light which restored in me lost faith;
Hope in my heart to light another's path on the road towards saving grace.
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Why am I the one crying when others are the ones who would have every right to? Why am I the sad one when they have it worse than me? Why am I such a mess when my life is bliss? Why am I depressed when I have all of this? Why am I crazy? I could have been so smart. Why am I insane when I could have been a piece of art? Why do I feel so bad when I am so lucky? Why am I mad? I just want to be happy.
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I get up, put on a smile. I laugh, everything is fine. Today they won‘t see the tears from last night and the pain inside of me. Taking of the mask means giving up. Not yet. I‘m not ready yet. Not yet. At least today I want to pretend as if everything was fine. Then maybe, one day, it will be.
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I already wrote this in February 2017 but in my native language German. If there are Germans here or people speaking German that want to read it, just let me know.
My bleeding heart poured out in poems about mental health. Instagram account under word_n_things.
To the person who knows
The pain of feeling alone,
Who isolates every night
Fear holding you tight;
I build my own walls alongside you.
To the person who knows
Spiraling thoughts take their toll,
And leave you deathly afraid
Of the games your mind's played;
I shiver and shake alongside you.
To the person who knows
How to cope in wrong ways,
Too anxious to deal
With trauma that's too real;
I numb all the hurt alongside you.
To the person who knows
What it means to escape,
From the abuse of your past
Yet still seem like an outcast;
I seek to fit in alongside you.
To the person who knows
When life just seems too much,
So you start thinking about
A final way to get out;
I break down as tears flow,
'Cause I am you.
By: Debra Brent
09.15.2019
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I know you’re lying here in the darkness
With tears streaming down your face.
I did not come here to punish you
You must believe me.
I came to show you another way to live.
To be with your body
Your mind
Your soul.
I show up unexpectedly
Not because I am cruel
But because I care.
I know you’re in pain, I know you’re frightened, I know you want it to end
But please embrace me
For I need your love and kindness.
Aren’t you tired of fighting with me?
I know I took things away from you
Don’t hate me
I shed the same tears as you.
Can you accept me just as I am?
Can you accept you just as you are?
To me you are perfect
To me you are beautiful
To me you are whole
To me you are love.
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If my health condition could talk it would tell you that I’d rather be with the voices in my head alone than be around other people. Because people are going to hurt me if i let them in.
It would tell you that it’s only in my life because of the bad things that happened to me it doesn’t make me a bad person.
If my health condition could talk it would ask you to take a deeper look at your health condition and treat it maybe it would make you more aware how your condition affects others and that says a lot about you. I took a deeper look at my self and I’m pretty happy with it.
“What brings you in?” Asks my first interview grin? Then the torrent begins to unload.
My cherry-picked reminder of everyday life leaves me sad. A little more alone.
Whew. There is medicine in this! I remind myself. Asking “How often?” “When?” and “What patterns?”
He’s missing the important parts, I think! As I scramble to pretend I keep data.
Whatsit..ohno. “Please, don’t bring me your google, I see no MD.”
“You’re, you’re right, it’s just... these published doctors, my body, and me.”
Is she a threat to the system? Her numbers were fine. Scans are all normal. She’s, oppositional, at times.
Is he a threat to this system? His ratings were fine. Ordering redundant tests.... oppositional, at times.
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Hear it recorded by the author:
theselfcarespace.com/2019/06/20/poem
We’re not ‘just sad’
We’re not ‘just lazy’.
It’s not a ‘phase’.
Our minds are hazy.
We’re not ‘manipulative’
As people might say.
We just take comfort
In knowing you’ll stay.
We may be difficult
But we know this.
We’re trying our best,
But it’s hit and miss.
Please understand
This isn’t a choice.
Forget the ‘stigma’,
And hear our voice!
Be kind to all,
No matter who,
You don’t know what they’re going through.
Check on your friends,
Your family too
Take care of each other
And we’ll make it through.
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