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Life is precious, Love is kind,
If you seek then you shall find.
If this wish can make it true
All good things shall come to you.
Hide not away, come to the light
NEVER give up without a fight.
The Dark is cold, but the Sun is warm
We shall not let you come to harm.
You’re not alone, your friends are Here
Don’t give in – defeat the fear.
It’s not all-powerful, it CAN be beat
You’re too good to deserve defeat.
So stay alert, of the Dark beware
If we can, we will help you – this we swear.
and nowhere to go she can’t explain
this mysterious pain It comes on so fast
How long will it last? Her heart is just pounding, her head starts to spin
Please go away, she does not want you in She’s uncontrollably crying
It feels like she’s dying Her body is trembling, her hands start to shake
She feels so helpless with this horrible ache Someone, please help her, make this go away
She can’t stand to feel this way one more day Someone, please help her, she’s down on her knees
She’s scared and helpless and hopes no one sees With her head hung low
not knowing where to go She tries to explain This mysterious pain
Closing in all around me
a fear I cant describe.
All shaky and confused
I think I’m going to die.
Thoughts so unsettling
are blocking everyone’s attempts.
When all they try is to help me
I cant make sense of this.
My heart hurts
my head hurts.
And crying about it
only makes it worse.
Nobody can ever
And unless you’ve went through it
you wouldn’t stand a chance.
It’s just anxiety
another day of black.
You must think that I’m crazy
it’s just another panic attack.
~My husband wrote this poem a while ago but has decided to share it with you today. It pertains to his PTSD. ~
Head starts spinning, aching. Eyes start crossing, spotting, closing. Mind starts racing. Pandemonium inside, ice on the out. Chaos in the brain, intellectual strain. Words won’t come out, mouth won’t move, tongue gets tied. War zone inside. Run away or stay. Crawl out of my skin or fight the demons within. Walls closing in, chest caving in. breath semi sonic, attempting to escape me.
Where’d You Go?
And your pain
What ever made you so insane?
Where was the old you?
The times you would laugh & smile
And people talked to you
And you wanted to stay awhile
Until one day
One day it took
To take all that praise down
Here you are, At home
Not leaving the house
Not answering the phone
And you would sit there
Thinking about the past
And wondering how long will this last?
That person you use to be
Is the person you want to be
This person you see now
Is begging and thinking “how”?
How could this happen?
What is wrong with me?
Where are my friends?
Where’s my sense of believe?
I still keep searching
I still keep trying
Begging for the right way
Begging for the wings to fly
So you could fly away from this pain
And to hopefully wake up
And feel no longer insane.
Until it affects someone we love,
We don’t even know it’s there.
It’s really not our problem,
So why should we care.
The statistics are quite shocking,
One in four they say
Will suffer from depression
In their lives one day.
There’s not much stigma anymore
For this serious mental flaw.
But no one knows where it will strike,
It’s just the luck of the draw.
No one would choose to live with it,
And some don’t even try.
I see my son suffering
And all he can do is cry.
Most people turn the other cheek,
They have been doing it for years.
But I must face the pain I see,
In my son’s tears.
Don’t be afraid to look and to see. Just open your eyes and look behind me.
I wont let you touch. I won’t let you speak. I won’t let you hurt what I hide behind me.
Your’e scared and alone. You call out to me, but I’m too busy protecting What I hide behind me.
you hope I get tired and soon I will rest, but I will keep protecting, it’s what I do best.
You think I’m not watching your tears flood the sea’s. “Why won’t you look,” You whisper to me.
You just need some help, you wish I would see. I’m too busy protecting what I hide behind me.
You wish and you wait, that something will change. When will he break, when will he cave.
I wont let you touch. I won’t let you speak. I won’t let you hurt what I hide behind me.
You scream and you cry you ask “is it me”? I finally answer I’m busy you see.
“Too busy with what”? “Too busy for me”? When will you look? When will you see?
My eyes start to soften, for a moment I feel this piece of the puzzle starts turning the wheel.
It’s my fault my love I forgot how to shine protecting this thing I love and I hide.
You look in my eyes and slowly you see it’s not what you thought it’s you behind me.
HAVE YOU SEEN MY SHADOW
Have you seen my shadow? he’s my only friend I wish he could stay but it’s raining again
I ask please don’t go my shadow my friend i need you the most when its dark again
I’m scared and I’m cold i start to descend i can’t find the sun I can’t find my friend
if you had a voice I could ask you and say I’m cold and I’m scared please don’t run away
If you had a hand to reach and to hold I would keep you here with me so I’m not alone
have you seen my shadow? He’s my only friend I wish he could stay but its raining again.
My children are very smart,
All of them have a great big heart.
They all are growing up each and every day,
In their own unique and special way.
All of my children are filled with joy,
I love them dearly my girls and boys.
When I am sad and have a bad day,
They know how to make my hurt go away.
I love my children more than words could ever say,
I am very grateful that they are alive each and every day.
They mean more to me than anyone will ever know,
When the children are not around me the days seem to go by so slow.
My heart aches. I feel as though I am drowning in my own tears. My loneliness is killing me. I long for love. Not just any love, but real love is what I search for. I dream of a woman who demolishes my heartache. Her long, flowing hair. Her body pressed close against my own. When I look into her eyes, my world seems full and complete. When I wake, the only memories I have are of my heartache and pain, though I feel something more is inside myself, yearning, aching, longing to be free. I have so much love to give, so many feelings I wish to share, but I must keep them to myself because of the simple fact that I am alone.
I flirt and wonder, “could I love you? Would you love me back?” It is this fear that lets it go no farther. It is this fear that is the reason that I am alone.
I am surrounded by happy people. People who are involved in happy relationships, but are they truly happy? The only ones that know are themselves. I am jealous of these so-called “happy” people. I wish I had someone to love, someone to hold, someone to hold me. Not only do I want to love, I want to be loved in return, but who will love me for who I am and not for the things I have done? It is these things, that I have done, that are the reason I am alone.
There comes a time when change has to take place.
I don’t know anyone who can carry on doing something, without being valued, or respected, or appreciated in any way. I don’t know anyone who can continually give and never get anything in return.
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t have a soul that has to be nourished or a heart that has to be loved.
I don’t know anyone that can put up with continual bad behavior.
I don’t know anyone that doesn’t make mistakes.
I don’t know anyone who isn’t injured in some way.
I don’t know anyone who can carry hurt or injury around with them for a long time without exploding.
I don’t know anyone who can go without a hug, virtual or visual, when they are hurting.
I don’t know anyone who is angry and doesn’t get ill.
I do know that for the severely emotionally injured the world is just not a safe place. There is always another injury lurking just around the corner.
I do know that a lot of these people go inside of their minds and disassociate from everything and everyone around them. That way the world, for them, becomes a little bit safer.
And we call them insane and mentally ill, and crazy, and unpredictable, and scary.
I wonder what would happen if we dared to give them what they need.
If we dared to love them in the midst of their hurt.
If we dared to go near their heart and their soul.
If we dared to let them into our souls.
If we accepted them for who and what they are- for the victim of the injury that they did not ask for.
The greatest gift that you can give to others is the gift of unconditional love and acceptance.”
~I have been not only trying to find guest bloggers, but people that are willing to add to our “Way to vent” page as well. Thank you so much for sharing with all of us! ~