As most of you already now about me, I get inspiration from others quite often. I hope these others know that the fact that their work inspires me to write something too is the best compliment I can offer. It shows that they have touched something in me and triggered a deep reaction. I have had such an inspiration this morning. I was comment stalking (yes, I said comment stalking) when a connection led me to a very poignant and pain filled write that struck a chord of remembrance to that time in my life that I felt like I was in a black hole. She is a fantastic writer and full of expression. Her name is Amanda Wallin and her post is called Rush. I hope you will check it out!
Just a Chance
When do I get my chance
To live life not in pain
Feeling like my actions
All seem so in vain
If I were but to sleep
I might find solace there
but i have not the means
for life just doesn't care
darkness seeks to stay
the light is gone from me
never to know love
pain won’t let me be
I just want to stand
And take care of my needs
Is that too much to ask
I have sown my share of seeds
Yet time and time again
I end up in a fall
Without a step gone wrong
I seem to lose it all
I guess life is just that way
With chance the fickle fiend
My only question left
Is my soul redeemed?
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However I was able to come out, Thank God (and I mean that.) What it does give us as writers is something to use when we do write.
For me I didn't dare use any of it for a long time, both during the time of darkness(tm) and for a while there after...it was just to painful. Luckily time does a trick of muting things a bit: I remember what i was going through and how I reacted, but it is much easier to deal with those memories.
I end up in a fall
Without a step gone wrong
I seem to lose it all
This is so descriptive of the life I live. I have come to accept that my depression is always going to be present in some way but if I don't battle it I will be lost. Sometimes I feel like I am winning until I look in the mirror and all that is reflected is smoke and shadows.
Rain in gentle showers
Brings the blossoms of poetry
Thank you!
Sometimes others inspire me, too. It is a great compliment! Going to Amanda's poem now...
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Hugs,
Marilyn
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Hugs and Blessings bro
I find solace and sometimes fill my needs in sleep and dreams.
lovely poem here.
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to tell you in short
Hugs and Blessings to Both of you!
ANYWAY, as a bipolar, I could relate to this excellent verse almost too well. Since we're victims or blessed receptors of faulty brain chemistry and we can't mend our own minds of course we crave escape. Though in order to survive, I have to lead a righteous life and I've got a loooooooong way to go.
Although it's hard not to dwell on our traumas and sheer agony, it's all a lesson to be learned and one day you'll feel blessed because you are. I hope that day comes soon.
Thanks again.