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Move Me Poetry Battle Submission 17 Mar 23

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Move Me Poetry Battle Submission 17 Mar 23

The Move Me Poetry Battle prompt for this week is “Dissolve”.

Dissolve my anguishes and reach into my heart

Remove remorse, guilt and bring forth a new start.

Vanquish blurry nightmares with a swift new breeze

Engulf my lungs with the air that frees.

Remove any tenacious lingering pain

Replace it with fresh light and hopes that remain.

Give strength that embraces a new view of life

One that understands and flows without great strife.

Continue to steady, 
support and give patience

As life is a lesson in worth of conveyance.

Seek out the fresh streams that cleanse my soul

Wash my body clean of strenuous control.

Empower me with freedom to seek arduous rising

That uplifts and removes the never ending capsizing.

Seek within me the wheels of smooth growth

So I can see the bright light of my own oath.

To continue to fight, this menace of death,

Which steals and destroys my life’s precious breath.

For I know in my soul that blessings abound,

All I must do is keep steady, and sound.

This is my declaration to dissolve,

The demons that haunt me within my resolve.

Banish you trickster, for you have no claim

As I move forward, ignoring your distain.

My life belongs to me; you are nothing but a gar

I will wipe you away, like the infection you are,

I’m still here creating, living and you are just huffing

Soon to be forgotten like nothing,

Blown away, sloughed off like yesterday’s uncoupling.

Shining days ahead without you in my head,

I will win the battle, even if by a thin thread. 
©️shassyswalkabout.com 2013–2023

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WARNING: Bad Language…Depression (from my archives 8-23-17)

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Warning: Bad Language…Depression

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Lets talk about depression for a minute.  Or lets let me talk to my dogs about depression, since there isn’t anyone here.

This sucks.  This makes me feel hopeless and desolate.  I simply have to keep on living.  I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  Somewhere.  Or is that my journey?  Always looking for the light and never finding it.   It fucking pisses me off to feel this way  I hate it.  I want to will it to be gone.  Period.

I have a faith, and am praying and I know that God is hearing these prayers.  It’s been proven.  I have to get my head out of this web of dust and dirt.  But it just seems to creep back in and pounce when I’m not expecting it.  This shit is real.  Real fucked up.

And it makes me angry.  Obviously.

Maybe I’ll look into getting a heavy bag.   Something I can kick and punch.  Get the pent up energy out…maybe I’ll lose some fat while I’m at it.

Jump, skip,.  I rearranged my bedroom.  Maybe I can get some better vibes with everything facing different directions now.   PPPAAAHAHAHHH!!!!!    Who am I kidding. You can’t feng scchhhwaaaayyy anything around here.

My brain fog is fogging things up.  Can’t keep a straight thought or make a clean sentence without saying fuck, or shit.  Fuckshit.

I’m outta here.  My head hurts.

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Transformation’s wings

Loneliness spiny fingers
Encase the form that once was
Where sunlights light once shown
Now slowly breathes a rot
Not that of hatred
But of not
Of things seen once shown
Some of longing, most of life grown
Loneliness caresses her with care
Knowing that it’s not a want
Stealing space within the air
Gently manifesting it’s well worn, but affective snare
To teach her how to love
Love a loneliness
She doesn’t understand the prickly hot fire
The feeling is not what it should be
Confusing, feeling ripped into pieces
She touches her blazing open chest
Touching muscle slippery shiny red and wet
A slight soft quiver is felt under skin
She smooths it, confused.
As a whisp of spring breeze alights on her face
And cools that open wound still bleeding
Then as if there was an absence of all knowledge
A small sinew of warm thread
Sews up burning embers
She watches, waits
There is no more
Loneliness apologizes for its abrupt demanding transition
It’s become her healing catalyst now
He’s not her fiery enemy anymore
He’s now her renewal freedom from chains past scars
She embraces him now happy for the growth
From crippling death rattle
To newborn gulps of fresh life
Like fragrant rose petals
And tender young sprouts searching for their sunlight
Fresh and new and reborn
Loneliness isn’t so bad, she muses
He’s taught her how to breath again
And live.
Laying down in soft warm grass
She breathes in, and smiles.
Thank you, she whispers out into the air,
It’s over, she sleeps in that eternal wave of comfort
Not strangled by him anymore, but embracing, longing, loving.
Knowing.

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Looking for information..MTHFR gene

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WARNING: Bad Language…Depression

Lets talk about depression for a minute.  Or lets let me talk to my dogs about depression, since there isn’t anyone here.

This sucks.  This makes me feel hopeless and desolate.  I simply have to keep on living.  I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  Somewhere.  Or is that my journey?  Always looking for the light and never finding it.   It fucking pisses me off to feel this way  I hate it.  I want to will it to be gone.  Period.

I have a faith, and am praying and I know that God is hearing these prayers.  It’s been proven.  I have to get my head out of this web of dust and dirt.  But it just seems to creep back in and pounce when I’m not expecting it.  This shit is real.  Real fucked up.

And it makes me angry.  Obviously.

Maybe I’ll look into getting a heavy bag.   Something I can kick and punch.  Get the pent up energy out…maybe I’ll lose some fat while I’m at it.

Jump, skip,.  I rearranged my bedroom.  Maybe I can get some better vibes with everything facing different directions now.   PPPAAAHAHAHHH!!!!!    Who am I kidding. You can’t feng scchhhwaaaayyy anything around here.

My brain fog is fogging things up.  Can’t keep a straight thought or make a clean sentence without saying fuck, or shit.  Fuckshit.

I’m outta here.  My head hurts.

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It’s Wednesday

Another good morning, then thump.  Upside my head…here it comes.  I just don’t understand how I can be good one minute and not wanting to be alive the next. “Should we up your dose?”  “What do you think we should do?”  That’s what they ask me.  I don’t freakin know…If I knew, I would have done it already.  Like 40 years ago.

**stops typing to take another pill**