Drowning In Your Lies
Twisted tales of us,
Created in your head.
So far from our reality,
Disillusion steady fed.
Twisted tales of us,
Created in your head.
So far from our reality,
Disillusion steady fed.
in Fear Poems
You poor little girl,
You never grew up.
Trapped in this vessel,
Your feelings erupt.
I agree with you. I believe it's reassuring to many that there's hope for a child's fear to end as an adult, that our fears can end for we're now grown enough to care for ourselves the way we...
Never knowing,
Always seeking
happiness and approval,
even the words I am speaking.
For those who are unfamiliar with mental illness in all its varied forms, this is a good place to start sharing Catherine, as it's no longer a marginal disease. My son introduced me 20 years...
Four years have now passed,
my heart's still not whole.
Pieces forever missing,
with your death, they were stolen.
Constantly thinking,
never to be the same.
The tears fall quickly
just hearing your name.
My beloved sister, my friend, just died 3 days ago of a sudden heart attack. I still have a hard time believing the reality of it that it took me few days to even able to cry or grieve...
Thank you so much for the response. It is amazing what doing the work to acknowledge and heal our inner child can do for us. For me it has also allowed grace to be extended to those who knew no better. I knew I wasn't alone either! I'm glad you found this poem!