For my body and soul,
In their many weaknesses and strengths
Emotions as they come,
Watch as they flow, and then let them go
Of life lies in knowing
Te value of embracing it all
Another syllabic form for NaPoWriMo day 20. I live in California, so it’s not midnight yet. 🙂
I finished a décima just now and am sharing it for NaPoWriMo day 11.
Give glory to God, all peoples,
He has restored my soul to life,
Rewarded me after all strife,
So that my joy may soon be full.
In deep darkness I felt a pull
To life, was rescued from Death's jaws --
So I would like to take a pause,
My great Deliverer to thank,
Helped me to float when my boat sank.
Give all of Heaven some applause.
Today, WordPress asks us about our favorite type of weather. It reminded me of my least favorite type of weather: heavy rain, especially prolonged rain. This is, unfortunately, the type of weather we have been experiencing lately, which has been horrible for my mental health and at least part of the reason why I have been having such a hard time for the past 2 or 3 weeks. Today — hooray! — we had a fairly warm day with plenty of sunshine.
Sun Shining Happiness Upon the Earth, Warming ground and grass: Shine on my upturned face To renew mind and body, And help my hope to replenish, For I’m thirsting for your healing rays, That I may smile for many days to come.
Nothing sounds fun.
Music, reading, even writing
Fill me with apathy:
So much nothing
It has a weight
In my chest and belly,
On my shoulders --
Yet still I live,
Getting through drudgery,
Until life smiles on me.
This depressing poem is brought to you by 3 prompts: FOWC: Drudgery, MVB: Fun, and Sammi Scribbles’ weekend writing prompt. One thing I’m grateful for: even though nothing sounds fun, I still can write stuff. I also sat down at the piano for 5 or 10 minutes earlier this morning.
The prompt for JusJoJan is “complaint.” Also for MVB: Melody. Depression really is an illness, because I don’t have any real complaints about my life (other than the fact that I can’t yet drive, and it’s going to take me forever to learn well). However, I wrote this poem, thinking about how depression sucks the life out of life. If that makes sense.
All the beauty depression dims,
Makes me sleep, when I should
Keep my eyes open:
Lack of an attention span
Truncates melodies, where
Once I would listen fully,
Sensing more than discordant
Harmonies, and appreciating
All the different instruments
In life's amazing orchestral piece.