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I started this blog as an inspirational site. However there are times when I just don’t feel positive or even spiritual. Because of that I have not been posting much here. That may sound silly, but I do not want to bring people down. On the other hand, I am human and perhaps my pain can also serve a purpose in helping others. So today I do not feel “enlightened” Today I don’t feel God. Today I do not see myself as a”being of Light and Love” (as we all are). Today I feel like crap and I guess that is okay. I wrote this poem today:

Walls

The walls fall down

And it is just me

Naked

And screaming at the sky

Can she hear me?

I can’t get rid

Of the ugly image

Of me

The unwanted

The undeserving

She may hate me

But if you praise me too much

I hate it

Don’t want it

Can’t accept it

You don’t know me

And I won’t let you know me

I think I’ll ruin your life

I can’t bear the responsibility

I can’t bear the rejection

I think I am doing you a favor

By keeping to myself

What good am I?

Thank God I have no children

Thank God I have no husband

There is just me

And she is not good enough

Never good enough

Run away from me

Run away…

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A Poem About Recovery

 

Here is an insightful poem from Kati Morton’s Mental Health Social Network:

A Poem About Recovery

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Today I do not want to recover,
Today I want to curl up in my bed of addiction and sleep in.
Tomorrow I may put the razor away, and eat my lunch..
But today,
today want to I fall down.
Today I want to become a quitter.
Today I want to tuck my resolve into a corner of my dresser,
And dust away the remnant’s of my confidence
from the picture frame of friends who left me.
Today I am willing to crumple my origami heart just for a bit of relief.

Today I learn the meaning of strength,
Today I define struggle.

Recovery isn’t what I keep telling myself it is.
Recovery is waiting in a rainstorm because you have faith that a rainbow will appear.
Recovery is walking through a haunted house of my demons, and believing that I’ll find an exit.
Recovery is taking off the blindfold, and being blinded by the light.
Recovery is your eyes adjusting to the light.
Recovery is moving on.
Recovery is learning.
Recovery needs tears to water it before it blossoms.
Recovery is the caterpillar in it’s cocoon, waiting to become the butterfly it was promised.
Recovery isn’t an accident, a coincident, it isn’t luck.
Recovery is faith.
Recovery is work.
Recovery is slow steady healing.
Not an eclipse of the heart,
But a changing of the seasons,
And I’m still waiting for spring.
Recovery is being vulnerable.
Recovery is forgiving.
Recovery is acceptance.

Recovery is a lot of poems.
Recovery is a lot of crying.
Recovery is a lot of nostalgic songs.
Recovery is a lot of late nights on tumblr, or on the phone.

Recovery isn’t a dream,
Recovery isn’t made up
Recovery is giving me my future back.

Recovery is my high school diploma.
Recovery is learning what love really is.
Recovery is 5 years clean.
Recovery is my wedding day.
Recovery is holding my first child.
Recovery is growing old with a man I love.
Recovery is a future.

Today I do not want to recover,
But I’ll try anyways
That is Recovery.

About The Author

          Just me trying my very best to recover
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I wrote this poem in the year 2000 when I went through my worst suicidal depression I ever experienced. I have been reluctant to share this with people because it is such a dark poem. However it does have a positive message. It is about waiting out the storm. At the time I wrote it, I really thought my life was over.  I just wanted to die. But on some level I think my sub-conscious was trying to tell me something.  I wasn’t planning on writing what I wrote, it just flowed from me.  My waiting paid off, since I do not feel this way now. So please take this as an encouraging and life-affirming poem.

 

Night Song

By Mary Rogers

Loneliness

Etches into my soul

Sears my heart

Echoing in its bloodless interior

I am waiting

Silence greets silence

As the hours go by

Darkness seeps into an airless room

And seals it as if it were a coffin

I am waiting

My ears hear sounds

Unknown to man or gods

And , oh God!

I wish I understood

The secret language of the cosmos

I am waiting

I am set adrift

On this dark sea

With not even the moon

Or the stars for light

I will wait, and wait patiently still