My path

The sadness is engulfing me

The walls are closing in on me

Sadness, hurt, and anger permeating the air around me

Choking me with their intensity until I'm on my knees

No sounds to be heard other than my cries

As the pain seeps into my veins bursting through my skin,

Tears of blood run all over me

I'm on an never-ending path

Just me alone, loneliness as my friend in this dark and  

     desolite place.

No light is ever seen, no happiness left.

All there is, is the dark path in front of me with walls that

      close in on me.

And pain and sadness in the air engulfing my very being.

The Dark Place

Cold crisp air filling a dark insufferable room.

This room being more of a prison or coffin in whatever

     perspective you wanna take it.

The doors keeping all hope out as well as anything ever

     positive from entering these four walls.

The shades pulled down for no light will enter or be

     welcomed in.

All who enter see this dark, suffering and hopeless

     place, yet it is home to many at some time.

A place of solidarity and hopelessness.

But a place comforted by the cold walls that close them

     in.

This is their world, their home for they are locked into it.

Once you have visited this place, leaving requires great

     strength.

It is a frightfully lonely place.

But for those who enter, loneliness is already a part of

     who they are.

The time is dull and passes rather slow.

Sleep is an endless hobby for many.

The endless dreams of what may never come brings

     more defeat into this world. 

A world that welcomes all those like them; who sees the

     outside as a hurtful place.

Dreams that may never come true and love that falls

     apart.

Many here seek refuge from the pain, wanting time to

     past hastily so that their "Maker" will soon be met.

The "Maker" , that hopefully, will be the only sign of

     hope and happiness they will ever experience.

The "Maker", who enters this dark and lowly place,

     slipping in through the shadows of this despair.

Some say this world is not for them and I pray it may

     never be.

For all that enter this place are damned to never feel all

     that is good outside or have the desire to.

Some pull themselves out of this place but many die

     within these walls fearful, hurting and lonely.

Again, I pray that you never need see this world which I

     am a regular visitor in.

Scarred

 

Alas the pain of the heart

So deep like a knife cutting

It's dividing my heart into two

Such a sweet bliss that brought this pain

Mind in another place

Thinking, wondering was it worth it?

The heart confused at the answer

Eyes filled with burning tears

They run across my face

Touching my cheeks than touching my pillow

The red eyed monster sneaking up upon me

Crying harder, my voice speechless

No words to describe the feeling

No words could touch upon the full feeling

Nothing can explain it, only time alone can heal the

     pain.

        MOTHER'S ARMS

I wish I was a child again,

Nestled in my mother's arms.

I long to hear "It'll be all right,"

As she gently strokes my hair.

'Cause grownup problems can seem too tough.

Hard to face them on my own.

I wish I was a child again,

Nestled in my mother's arms.





I AM ME

In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me
Everything that comes out of me is authentically me
Because I alone chose it - I own everything about me
My body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions,
Whether they be to others or to myself - I own my fanatasies,
My dreams, my hopes, my fears - I own all my triumphs and
Successes, all my failures and mistakes
Because I own all of Me, I can become intimately acquainted with me -
By so doing I can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts - I know
There are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other
Aspects that I do not know - but as long as I am
Friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously
And hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles
And for ways to find out more about me - However I
Look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever
I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically
Me - If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought
And felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is
Unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that
Which I discarded - I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do
I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be
Productive to make sense and order out of the world of
People and things outside of me - I own me, and
Therefore I can engineer me - I am me and
I AM OKAY
--Virginia Satir, (C) 1975