Tag: depression
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The Cry Behind the Smile
There is a cry behind the smile,a small, trembling thingpressed against my ribs,listening to laughteras though it belongsto someone else.Most people never hear it.They see the curve of my lips,the practiced ease,the sunlight I offerlike a welcome mat.They do not seethe storm cellar beneath.The cry lives there.It gathers every disappointment,every goodbye,every moment I needed savingand…
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The Unwanted Within
I stopped checking under the bed years ago. The room smelled of dust and warm cotton. The fan clicked once per rotation, a loose screw tapping time. I lay flat, hands on my chest, listening to my own breathing as if it belonged to someone else. You missed something today. The voice did not echo.…
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A POEM A DAY 205
My monster is not under my bedShe drapes my waking hours in shameShe resides in my head She plays her careful games unsaidAnd trains my breath to speak her nameMy monster is not under my bed Night turns on night where fears are fedEach thought repeats, each loss the sameShe resides in my head She…
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HIS GRACE
By the grace of God, my darkness ended.Through night’s tunnel, my soul He tended.Through many nights and countless days,He held my hand; He led the way.He stroked my heart so soft, so tender,To my supplication He did render,An answer to my pleading prayer:“Give me strength, for if I am to bearSuch heartache, anguish and blinding…
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A POEM A DAY 333
REFLECTION Who is this woman Staring back at me With pained deadness In her eyes She couldn’t be me This mirror deceives And surely distorts I close my eyes To clear the haze But when they open There she remains A lost and listless soul I still don’t recognize her For the light in her…
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A POEM A DAY 200
MY DARK I am no stranger To the dark He lays in wait Like a predator parked In a car Waiting for Prey to victimize Steal their innocence And demoralize The joy that rests So easy in their souls That is the ultimate goal Of the predator That waits in my darkness With a starkness…
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A POEM A DAY 172
ENDURE My soul is weak Because there is yet To be found a cure For this darkness That plagues my soul Without respite Morning, noon and night Though my soul is weak I will endure Even if there is no cure Because morning, noon and night I pray for the light To enter my darkened…
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