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A window into the darkness

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Some days I don’t need to try and life is good. Some days, it’s all I can do to just get out of bed and feed myself. Other days, with a little effort, I manage just fine and feel better for it. One of my biggest challenges is words. They are swirling in my mind constantly and keep me awake for hours at night, but the moment I try to put pen to paper or keyboard… it’s all gone. Blank. For someone who was a prolific writer and blogger, I now never write. Putting out one sentence for something like Facebook takes monumental effort, so I’m grateful to others who write.

A while ago, I stumbled on a poem by Hannah Nicole that very eloquently describes what I know many are feeling and experiencing.

Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

And yes, I have been guilty of avoiding answering the phone. I don’t do that anymore, but I’ve been there… when my heart was too full and my mind was dark with no windows to the outside.

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Posted by on September 10, 2015 in life, poetry, thought

 

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The beauty in pollution

The early morning sun
pours its molten gold
over the dark city skyline
causing the dark grey
silhouette edge to shimmer

The sky lightens to a murky haze
its early glory
all but forgotten

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Light fades and transforms –
Nature is not done with us yet!
Brushes dipped in fire and dust
she paints our world
in a cloak of splendour

For a while, all is right with the world as we gaze in awe

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Posted by on June 1, 2010 in poetry

 

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The leaning tree

Leaning tree

Fallen,
yet strong

Needing support,
yet giving wisdom

Injured,
yet giving life

Careworn,
yet giving peace

On Friday mornings I teach at a renowned bank. Next to the bank is a little park with some old trees, perhaps not ancient, but old enough to have seen a thing or two of this life. I like to get to my student early, so that I can sit for a few minutes just drinking in the peace and coolness of the park. The very air feels and smells different in there. It’s quite with just a few folk walking with their partners, their dogs, or just enjoying the place alone the way I do. I walk up to the old tree and touch it just to feel the peaceful energy. It seems to tell me to relax and breathe. I see the tiny shoot growing out of its thick trunk. There is always hope.

I leave the park renewed, ready for another day where little can get me down.

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Posted by on April 25, 2010 in inspiration, poetry

 

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Magical Meeting Place

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Magical Meeting Place

The World came to me, I greeted the World
And the World allowed me to feel its pulse
Liken to a manifestation of fluttering butterflies,
Some would land and linger
To be caressed in their full beauty
And then released
Unharmed to continue their Sacred Journey
Our purpose fulfilled… for now.

~ Charles E. Guffey 1998 ~

 

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Posted by on May 11, 2008 in poetry, world

 

Picture Perfect – Looking Through

Photo taken with a Canon SD10 Digital Elph

if you could look

through my skin
into my mindinto my soul

what would you see

would you see

the flaws
that catch
the light

would you see

the stains
that make
odd patterns

would you see

the damage
the years
have wrought

would you see

the whole
and choose
me anyway

because i’m different

© tint

The Picture Perfect theme for this week is “Looking through“. The photo is of my crystal. When I went crystal shopping, I heard words like ‘flawless’, ‘perfect’, ‘unmarred’, ‘not dirty’. I found crystals that matched those words, but didn’t like them. I ended up buying a crystal that was like me…. a crystal that was flawed, but carried a flame in its heart.

 
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Posted by on November 9, 2007 in picture perfect, poetry

 

Rainy day

little bubbles float
down the stream
along the sidewalk
dancing, popping
tiny raindrops splash
on my face
touching my cheeks
feathery light, teasing
a puddle shimmers
in cloudy reflection
on my path
rippling, lapping
a watery fantasy
clouds play games
on a rainy day
dripping, sprinkling
© tint
 
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Posted by on October 26, 2007 in poetry, rain

 
 
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