An Alternate Reality

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In Pain

Sometimes I literally want to die
die to my pain
die to my frustrations
die to my self pity

There must be more than just this.
I must be more than just this.
So, I cry and let the tears
show me how to live again.

Autumn Musings

As autumn arrives
and the leaves begin to fall
I think of all my leaves
that need to be shed.

Some easily flit away.
Some are stuck fast.

And I wonder why,
why does so much change,
why is this time of life so hard,
why am I here at all?

Spring is the time for hope.
Summer is the time for growth.
Winter is the time for rest.
But, Autumn is the time for musings.

Missing Morning Glories

The leaves are green
but the vines are bare,
 
Something is missing.
 
I breathe and I move
and I do all my chores, but
 
Something is missing.
 
The vines seem so sad and empty,
as does my heart and my life.
 
Something is missing.
 
Why are there empty stems?
Where are the bright purple flowers of hope?
 
Something in my soul is lost and pines
for the missing morning glories.

How Can I?


How can I tell you not to cry
when tears are streaming down my face?
 
How can I tell you not to be afraid
when I walk around in constant anxiety?
 
How can I tell you to be strong
when sometimes I can barely lift my head?
 
How can I tell you to just have faith
when I’m not sure I believe in it?
 
But how can I tell you to just give up
when I need you here with me so much?
 
And how can I tell you it’s not worthwhile
when there is at least one spec of joy awaiting.
 
All I can say is this is your life
and I respect the way you are feeling.
 
And although I can’t take this away from you
I’ll walk with you as long as you need me.

Perspective


When even the rainbow colors are merely shades of gray,
I know it is only my dark glasses.

The Valley of Despair


Lost
in a twilight world
where memories and reality overlay,
 
I walk in a fog of pointlessness
uncaring where I go
or what I do.
 
Mountains loom on either side
and close up behind me as I go,
forcing me forward, ever forward.
 
But to where?
Why?
What does it matter?
 
Still, I go.

The Hope of Hope





How does that Paul Simon song go?
“When you’re weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all.”
 
That is hope
for a better day.
 
But, when no one is there
to dry your tears,
and no one notices
how weary you are,
 
then all you are left with
is the hope of hope.