Clear skies ahead
As far as the eye could see
Not a cloud for miles
Just the joy of a family
Days upon days of love
Butterflies, puppies, birds and bees
Life was grand tales told of these
Years of happiness the family grew
The stork flew in the grands
And Nana and Papa were names new
Boys first then at last a little girl
Apples of their eyes, center of their world
The years flew by and the skies grew dark
One daughter was lost
On their lives she left her mark
Sadness set like heavy fog
Feeding on their love, hearts left to starve
Father was taken away too
Alas, everyone was lost, everyone undone
A family no longer together in love
But separated by grief and judgment
There was raging a battle inside
No one to hold only tears to cry
Ugly words passed from mother’s lips
Her daughter’s heart broken, torn, ripped
A brother never within reach
Now on his pedestal with judgment to preach
The clouds rolled in, lightning crashed
Thunder rolled and nothing but trash
Tattered and torn, pieces of lives
Unrecognizable by those who pass by
No shelter, no cover to wandering eyes
They move on fractured and alone
Strangers now, the family gone
Why
My heart misses you so
I wish you had not left us
I wish you had not let go
So many reasons to stay
Demons came that night
You were asleep and went away
No I love you
No good bye
The phone rings
Shocked by the words
It had to be a dream
Nothing is as it seems
My pain like fire
Burning me to the ground
No water, no way to put it out
Sweep up my heart
Throw out the debris
What could be left
No shell or form
Spread all over the floor
I weep for you
I lose my way
I long for you
Every, every day
It is dark here
Your light is gone
I can hear your voice
It is your song
Sing to me
Whisper my name
You are here
But another form
I love you now
I love you then
I love until
We meet again
When……..
When will the day come when you do not haunt my thoughts? When will it not hurt to be alone again? When will I not think of you every time I get into bed? When will I not love you one minute? When will I go one day without feeling the need to shed more tears? When will I feel like me again or some version of me? When will I not hear your voice in my ear? When will I not wait for your call at the end of the day? When will my heart stop loving you? When will I trust again? When will I let you go? When will………
She Will Soar
She is not broken
She will bend
No pieces this time
Transformation begins
Acknowledge her loss
She feels the hurt
She knows the pain
She feels the difference
Realizing the change
No loss will compare
Her cross she bares
There is no shame
No guilt, no blame
She stands so tall
She may stumble
But she will not fall
For out of the ashes
She is newly formed
For she has wings
They gently unfold
She begins her flight
It is magic to behold
As she fearlessly soars
There is only beauty
And in this moment
Her soul is restored
Rise
I am dead to you
I no longer exist
You don’t see my face
You don’t taste my kiss
You block me out
You smile at this
A sigh of relief
Finally at peace
She was never here
She was never real
She was taking space
A temporary fill
All signs of her gone
Boxed and put away
No part of her lingers
She is gone today
Who would want you
He laughs and taunts
You idiot, you fool
Her heart bruised
No one could love you
You are a nightmare
No good man’s dream
Just go away now
And leave this place
Never to return
Never see your face
She has been here
She knows the road
She feels no fear
She traveled it before
She stands tall
She will rise
She is broken again
But always survives
Depression’s Darkness
Depression is one of those dirty little secrets that families would ignore as to not bring shame to their picture perfect facade. Like sending your daughter abroad, but others knowing she got pregnant by her high school boyfriend. Like forcing your son or daughter to be what their parents expected by society’s standards and not acknowledging that they were homosexual. Ultimately to be shunned by their family and the World once they lived their own lives. And yes, depression, because it uncovered some weakness or horrible genetic mutation in the family bloodline.
Well, we no longer live in those times. No one should be shamed into not being able to admit who they truly are, what addiction or illness they are bearing like The Scarlet Letter.
Depression is My Scarlet Letter, and I am not afraid to acknowledge or afraid to admit it. I am more afraid NOT TO. It is very, very dark and real. Most people do not believe, understand or will even acknowledge it unless they have suffered from it as well. That is the shame in it…..your own family and friends do not believe it!
It is the darkest place to be. There is no light, no joy, no nothing. It is emotionally and physically debilitating. It will take your mind to places you never dreamed or imagined in your worst nightmares. It is paralyzing with its claws around you. You feel completely alone and hopeless, and the worst part is YOU WANT TO BE THERE, because you cannot drag yourself out of that pit. It is like a thousand hands are holding onto you and will not let go. You can only hope and pray that you might find some semblance of peace in sleep, if you are one of the lucky ones. However, sleep does not always come. I have had days upon days of no sleep, my mind never shutting down, and then the paranoia sets in when you think, will I ever sleep or have one ounce of peace again. It just becomes a vicious cycle. You do not care if you get out of bed, shower, see anyone, talk to anyone, because you absolutely do not want any of these things. NO CONTACT WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLD! Just leave me alone, because you do not have the capability to communicate or much less socialize with anyone. It is a monstrous feat just to go out of your front door. To go to even the grocery store is like prepping for an exam that you have to pass to graduate. You have to talk yourself into doing the very smallest tasks or things and in the end you will most likely change your mind and back out at the last minute. Your mind and body is a prison to it. It takes over your existence like some other worldly spirit guiding you into the unknown. You cry until you think you have no tears left and your eyes are swollen shut like an allergic reaction to a bee sting, then they still keep coming. When is it going to end? Where is my lifeline? Throw me a rope? Turn on the lights, please.
If you are fortunate, you can get the right medication and seek counseling. I implore you to do these two things. There is no cure, but these things do help make it manageable. Do not stray from a path that works for you when you find it. Stay the course.
It is a battle like any other illness, addiction or habit. When hard things happen you will see its ugly head rise again, it has for me now. Losses are great and deep, and they are enormous triggers. Please reach out and talk to someone that understands. You would be surprised at the number of people you actually know that battle it, too. It is always better to face a battle in numbers. Equip yourself with the right and best weapons and armour. I pray for myself, for my daughter who has seen me in the throws of it firsthand, and I pray for everyone who reads this post. My email address is at the bottom. Please feel free to comment or email me personally. It does make it easier to know you are not in this pit alone. I am right there in it beside you. 💜💜
I AM NOTHING
The day my sister died, I knew my life was changed forever. Then my dad passed. You think things could not get any worse. Then, your worst nightmares come true.
I had no idea of the magnitude. Like an earthquake, an erupting volcano, a tsunami. Shaking the very core and foundation of my life, my world, everything gone. Burned and melting with the flowing of the hot lava. The water rushing out the coming back in with a force so strong it destroyed every beautiful thing in its path. It has all been ripped apart to shreds. There is no turning back, no glue, no cement, no nothing to put me, us back together. Every person for themselves. Casualties lie by the wayside. Broken hearts, broken lives and broken family.
The fairytale that was once my life is now ugly, sad, mean and hateful. I do not want to live in this life, in this world. There is no relief, no peace, nothing. I am nothing here.
I am unhappily ever after.
