[mo...] Posted August 28, 2018 Share Posted August 28, 2018 Here is a poem that expresses my hope to finally heal. Perhaps it can give a little hope to someone else. Thanks for reading it. Take Comfort Put your injured brain aside. let it heal itself under the moon; in the night breeze of summer; in the sweet lights of distant stars. Nature and spirit will tend to it; you can rest and renew with these longing, loving, caring words; with the sound of grace dwelling in your ears... Take comfort in your own tender touch. I am here for you as always; waiting patiently for your return, strong and certain; no more pain, no more terrible confusion and aloneness, no more emptiness overwhelming your sad being. My promise comes from gentleness and kindness, from love, from all things beautiful; Know you are truly among them. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[mo...] Posted August 28, 2018 Share Posted August 28, 2018 This is so beautiful, thank you so much. :'( Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[mo...] Posted August 30, 2018 Author Share Posted August 30, 2018 mon pilote, I'm so glad you liked it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Aj...] Posted August 30, 2018 Share Posted August 30, 2018 Wonderful! I used to write a lot of poetry. Hopefully my brain will allow me to do it again sometime. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[...] Posted August 31, 2018 Share Posted August 31, 2018 That's so beautiful, Mowgli, I wish you comfort and speedy healing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[mo...] Posted August 31, 2018 Author Share Posted August 31, 2018 Ajusta, Thanks for your reply. I find certain "healing" music brings out my desire to express myself in poetry. Peter Kater and R Carlos Nakai have truly beautiful music. abcd, Thank you for your comment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Aj...] Posted August 31, 2018 Share Posted August 31, 2018 I used to be a song-writer before got I’ll so am finding music a bit too emotional atm. I printed your poem out and put in my folder of things to cope with all this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[mo...] Posted August 31, 2018 Author Share Posted August 31, 2018 I hear you Ajusta. It took me many months to finally listen to music and even now my mind has to be in a certain place (re symptoms) before I can listen peacefully. I am so touched you printed the poem out to read when you need it. Thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[do...] Posted September 18, 2018 Share Posted September 18, 2018 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 ~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[do...] Posted September 20, 2018 Share Posted September 20, 2018 looking for I Who is this I from so long ago, The pre medicated child The one I don’t know, I can’t 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 don’t know, I hope you can live with what you have done, Yes you big Pharma You fucking scum. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Rx...] Posted September 20, 2018 Share Posted September 20, 2018 looking for I Who is this I from so long ago, The pre medicated child The one I don’t know, I can’t 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 don’t know, I hope you can live with what you have done, Yes you big Pharma You fucking scum. Very sad, but very good! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[mo...] Posted October 2, 2018 Author Share Posted October 2, 2018 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 ~ Don2112, 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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