Author Topic: Writing poetry is one of my distractions  (Read 509 times)

[Buddie]

Re: Writing poetry is one of my distractions
« Reply #10 on: September 20, 2018, 11:24:24 pm »
looking for I

Who is this I from so long ago,
The pre medicated child
The one I donít know,

I canít remember the foggy years in between,
The before years are just a faded memory,

A child long forgotten chemically destroyed,

How do I know if I will like the post medicated one,

If the pre medicated me
Is just a faded memory,

I search and try to find this lost I,
But I am an empty lost shell
Full of terror grief,

I hope one day when this medication is gone,

That I can recognize me
The lost child that has become,
Just a faded memory,
someone I donít know,

I hope you can live with what you have done,

Yes you big Pharma
You fucking scum.

Very sad, but very good!
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[Buddie]

Re: Writing poetry is one of my distractions
« Reply #11 on: October 02, 2018, 10:43:26 pm »
Not really a poem just something I read that stuck with me...

"Life is not compassionate towards victims. The trick is not to see yourself as one. It's never too late! I know I've felt like the victim in various situations in my life, but, it's never too late for me to realize that it's my responsibility to stand on victorious ground and know that whatever it is I'm experiencing or going through, those are just the clouds rolling by while I stand here on the top of this mountain! This mountain called Victory! The clouds will come and the clouds will go, but the truth is that I'm high up here on this mountaintop that reaches into the sky! I am a victor. I didn't climb up the mountain, I was born on top of it!
~ JoyBell ~


[...],

Thank you for this. It's so encouraging.

Here is a poem I wrote talking about a mountaintop:


My Healing Prayer

Take this suffering to the mountaintop.
   Release it there.
Let the wind blow through it.
   Let the clouds float above;
their softness cushioning the pain.
   Let the birds fly around it;
distractions piercing the fierceness.

For I am straining from its intensity.
   I am losing hope.
The clear path to healing
  is sincerely vague and muddled
and my fear looms larger as time passes.

I need the storm clouds to part;
   to open to bits of sunshine;
for trees to sway sweetly;
   for my spirit to continue to awaken,
continue to believe,
   continue to hold tight
to eternal truths and promises;
   my healing among them.
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