Looking back I would
Keep my crazy under wraps
Just so you’ll love me
For the past 3 days, I have been pretty damn emotional and even out of control because of depression / PMDD symptoms, and I have looked to my boyfriend for support. He has been very kind so far, but my fear is that he will get tired of me because of it. I can apologize but know that it will happen again because that’s what it means to have a chronic condition.
Since it’s been a little while since I have posted, I wanted to be sure to share something today, despite feeling inadequate. This was what I wrote for last weekend’s SoCS (too late to link up), for which the prompt was “run.” I got a new job and started yesterday, and that’s what inspired this poem.
Anxiety says “run,”
I say “rise,”
For I realize
Avoidance is
The opposite of
Abundance:
Running heartbeats
Must not get away
From me,
I learn slowly.
I. It's nighttime, and I Am in the back seat -- Suddenly realize there is no Driver. How is this thing Going? How are we not Crashing? And where Is the destination? ii. It's daytime, amid much traffic. I am driving, swerving, Worried about crashing But narrowly averting Every obstacle -- until I arrive Safely, somewhere. iii. Once again daytime, and I Am both inside and outside The car, seeing a busy Intersection. After some Successful swerving, we Crash, and I'm both Dead and alive. Did I mention I can't drive?
This was inspired by / in response to Paula’s dream interpretation #10 at MLMM. I have driving dreams a lot, especially for someone who doesn’t drive in real life, and most of them don’t turn out well, or at least they are very stressful.
Pretty straightforwardly. this is my 6 sentences for this week’s link-up. I wrote it as a 6-line poem, also in response to FFFC #185, so I hope it works.
No, this is a knot which no one can untie.
There’s no point looking back, no use asking why.
How did a perfect dream become a nightmare?
Could she not see the signs, avoid the snare?
No, she fell right in, fell for his charms.
There seems no way to escape more harm.
This poem, written in blank verse, was inspired by this page that I colored today. Yesterday some exemplary friends helped me. It was the kind of situation where I couldn’t be left alone, but they went out of their way to help me and show me love.
The name of God is like a tower strong, There's safety found within its stalwart walls, And mercy gives a multitude of gifts. True friends have come, responding to the call Of great distress, have kept me loved and safe, Have seen the gravity of pain and fear -- Yet also have assured that they stay near.
This week’s theme for Ronovan Writes’s sijo prompt is Adversity. I heard the story of Daniel being protected by God when he was thrown into the den of lions again today, and then I took the poem from there.
Daniel was thrown into the lions’ den, and came out unharmed,
His friends were cast into fire, and Another was there with them —
If I am not delivered, at least I will never be alone.
When I saw Sadje’s WDYS picture for this week, I immediately thought of this meme (this is just the template):
It took me longer to come up with anything to write for it. By that I mean that I had nothing until this morning. My poem doubles as a late response to SoCS: Key. It is “Stream-of-Consciousness Sunday” this time. 🙂 This was supposed to be a rondeau, but after the first 2 lines I realized the rhyme scheme was wrong, and with SoC you can’t edit, so… voilà.
No way to swim alone, you see
For life ahead, help is the key.
Drowning in the ocean, he pleads
But silently, for no one hears,
A helping hand is what he needs
But he is left with only fears.
We’ll drown if we’re alone, you see
For life ahead, hope is the key.
For “6 Sentence Stories,” our word this week is “space.” That reminds me of the story I shared last time, but I went in a different direction than that.
Her chest constricts; there’s not enough space, too many people in this room.
If she sits in the pew, she prefers the edge, as the middle is stifling, and she prefers a clear view of the door in any room.
The quarter she spent in a small, windowless math class was torture.
She feels sad not to sing, but the practice room is too small, too crowded with this new choir — she’s tried.
When people ask her why she doesn’t sing in the choir, she says she can’t because she works during the time that they practice.
Even when that wasn’t an outright lie, she was not being honest.
For the 3 Things Challenge today, the theme is still “ducks,” and the words are DIVE, SWIM, and WADDLE. My self-imposed challenge was to use all these words and not write about ducks. 🙂
This is barely a poem, but here is what I came up with:
Life is like a swimming pool And I, an alleged swimmer: Unable to dive, I am thrown into depths Probably able to keep from completely Drowning, But my swimming is equivalent to waddling.
Yeah, I’m not good at this whole “life” thing. The good news is, I’ve been peaceful recently, and writing makes me feel alive in a good way.
Fun fact: This poem does describe my actual swimming ability (or lack thereof).
Fandango has a “story starter” challenge, and this is the first time I am trying it. His words are in bold.
Wondered about the meaning of the dream that had just invaded my subconscious. Really, it was more of a nightmare, so I didn’t want to think TOO much about it. Having such difficulty finding a peaceful place. Peaceful places, interrupted by sudden Fiery Explosions. Then realizing that I was in a dream, so I did not have to get hurt by the explosion, even though everyone around was obliterated.
Does this dream have a happy ending or not?
I turned off the lamp and tried to fall back asleep, hoping not to enter into that same precarious and disturbing scenario.
P.S. I had a dream like this last night.
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