This is an old poem, posted for Brian’s prompt, “Slam.” He challenges us to write something that “could be delivered as spoken word, maybe even at a poetry slam.” I wrote this poem on April 3, 2019, at a weeklong Christian conference after studying part of the book of Mark. Later in the week, there was an open-mic, where anyone could share anything, and at the last minute (literally, during the event), I decided to sign up and share this poem. Although I am still a novice at poem-writing and was even more so then, my poem was quite well-received. 🙂
When tempted to think woefully,
When stuck too long inside the brain
With thoughts a scary maze, sans gain —
Look outside. The day is sunny.
This day has opportunities
That might be hard to see. Never
Stop trying, although worries spur
Paralysis — stuck in a pit.
Stuck in a maze? Ways out of it
Exist. Some happy days concur.
Arise, O lamp of dawn,
And let the night be gone!
How quickly the night fell,
That force-fed taste of Hell.
How dark the dead of night;
How dead one leaves that fight.
A combination of
Sleeplessness, dearth of love
Makes one almost give up,
Fumbling salvation’s cup —
Until the sun returns:
Yet how these trials burn!
Today is the feast day of Our Lady of Sorrows, and I do like this day, as it commemorates Mary’s com-passion as she stood by the cross of her son, Jesus. I wrote a couple of poems in honor of the day and worked on a Chaucerian stanza, which I hope to finish soon. It was going to use the word for FOWC today, since I try to be steadfast in responding to prompts and posting poems (see, I used the word anyway). However, today I felt kind of “off” and sad, and then depressed, and thinking too much about this day triggered the depression really bad. I apologize to anyone I took out my pain on today. The person I become when I am both angry and depressed is a shitty person! So anyway, I’ve got no poem for you today. Except for this, coming to my head right now:
Insides and it
Takes a toll
This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS; the prompt word is “where.”
Where is the map?
The map which shows where to go,
Where to go now,
Now that the world is upside-down?
Down go the emotions,
Emotions as volatile as the world unpredictable
Has become — where is this map
Map that no one has?
When I saw the MVB prompt, Pendant, I immediately thought of the necklace that I wear every day, which is silver and has (currently) four Catholic medals on it. Now I’ve got the poem written, so voilà.
On a chain:
Silver Saint Thérèse,
Jesus King of Love,
And two Miraculous Medals —
Must need twice as many
Miracles, a shower of roses
You are good, Jesus
My soul knows this —
“I suffer from mental illness. I also suffer from people who don’t understand mental illness.”
I am not a hypocrite for being a Christian and having depression.
So it’s not helpful to command me, “Rejoice.”
I am not an ingrate for not always wanting to live,
So stop telling me to make a gratitude list.
(Not that it’s any of your business,
But sometimes at night I fall asleep
Thanking God for what he’s given me —
Often by the end of the day
Glad to have chosen to stay.)
This post is for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. The poem below was written / originally posted on August 27, 2019. It was inspired by the picture below, which was part of another challenge. Today, I would have preferred to post something not-sad, but this poem was the best one from the last few August 27ths.