Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
The musk of her words
Brings tears
like rainfall.
A weeping rain.
Heart caged.
Pulling at the bite.
The poetess.
Destroyer of Content.
The Bringer of the Real.
Keeper of the Imprints of Hearts.
When her words fall,
the world aches.
And there is no thing as a better place or time.
Pour love into me,
So that I may be filled.
Lend me my destiny
To make this life real.
Give me a purpose,
So I have no doubt.
Help me love me.
Raise self-worth profound.
The sunset slept
with a golden hue
blinking the day to dusk.
The moonlight sang
gleaming down on you.
Your skin a kiss of stardust.
Look at all these little ones
Made from me of you
Genetics run deep
Something I know you knew
The gift of the reader
The teller of stories
The passion of makers
They all hold your glory
We are your kinship
Although not worth your day
Your kingdom is here
I protect what you slay
Rip the raw power of song and verse from my heart
Expel my pleas in notes to touch a soul
Gift me meaning to life
Vitality to feel
And words to express
Grant me the need to construct meanings to emotions
And apprehension to grasp the rules of the world
Rules that form chaos
Rules that confound
Rules that drown people too deep
Help me lift them out
Before they drown again
You are the man of my dreams.
You are the man of my world.
You fill up my being.
You grant me my thrills.
You hold onto my heart.
You deliver me hope.
You conquer my dark.
You never let me go.
Thankful for you,
I always will be.
You are the love of my life.
You are the man of my dreams.
Decided to display one of my happier poems today because I sure need the distraction and reminder of love from the things I’m stressing about in life right now <3. Hope it can help you too if you need it.
I Found You
I found you.
The one half to form my two,
my twin flame, my lover, my friend,
the one to make my search end,
I found you.
The one to change my life,
wash away my pain,
and keep me from flight,
happiness soars, sadness out of sight,
I found you.
The one every breath counts on,
the one every dream leans on,
the only one my heart beats from,
I found you.
Yes, I found you.
In my previous post from last week, I explained how my husband worked nonstop which left me countless days and hours with myself. Some days were harder than others and sometimes no matter how hard I tried to keep myself and my mind busy, the doubts, fear, and depression came working their way into my soul. I said I would continue from last weeks post with a few more poems that were deeper and more broken from some of my harder days. Here they are.
Sick Of
Having a hard time holding on.
Too many things broken to fix.
Broken love, broken soul, broken promises
with no mending on your list.
Sick of no time to rebuild.
Sick of no time on your watch.
Sick of little children’s tears
and mommy stuck cleaning up.
Sick of hearing “Where’s daddy?”
Sick of what was important being no more.
Sick of underappreciatingÂ
what once was us before you opened this door.
Don’t know if I can hold on any longer.
Having a hard time not letting go.
Don’t know if we will ever have time to fix this,
since it’s just like you to never show.
In Need Of Touchable Nostalgia
Falling apart.
Tears falling down.
Not what I used to be.
No where to be found.
Can’t be a good mommy,
when all I carry is grief.
All I need is to see you.
I need things how they used to be.
Want You Back
I loved it when you cared.
I loved it when I could open up.
I loved you when you were you,
before you gave all that up.
You went into the darkness.
The darkness I tried so hard to hide.
Working for things that don’t matter.
No more caring what’s inside.
Dreams are what took you.
Good intentions, you’re falling fast.
Demons are what lead you
down this long lost path.
Please come back to us.
I’m begging for you, please.
Family isn’t what it is without you.
We aren’t what we used to be.
We all cry for you in the distance.
Just wanting you to come home.
We really don’t care about the money.
We just want you back to hold.
     So, as you can see my husband worked a lot and nonstop so he could build the dream life he wants for himself and his family. He still continues to do this to this day, but so far things have gotten better. Throughout the years though it was not easy waiting with the heart breaking for the one you love to return and fill you with the love you so desperately needed to be filled up with again to keep going. My husband is a hero in my eyes, not just for working as hard as he has forever for us, but for fixing me and getting me to the point where I can actually look at myself in the mirror and not completely hate myself. He helped me get to a place where I never thought or dreamed I could have ever gotten to. I can actually love and enjoy life now and focus on my goals instead of battling with myself mentally and physically every day. I truly owe him my life. But as I said, the journey was not easy. There were a few times that depression and loneliness started to work deep into my mind and made things harder than they needed to be. Not today, but Tuesday I will continue this with some of the more deeply broken poems where I started to lose hope that things would ever get better and I started to lose faith in our bond. Â
(Sorry about there being no spaces between paragraphs and poems. For some reason it won’t let me fix it and it only wants to stay this way. Except for this last paragraph.)
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 