MY POETRY PAGE
Note: If you find that any of the information contained on these pages is triggering for you, please click on the SAFE HAVEN! link located on each page. Your safety is important to me!
KINDNESS
Kindness is a ray of light,
a word that you may say,
a little spread of happiness
you share in someone's day.
Kindness is a caring deed,
something nice that you can do:
a visit to a lonely friend,
being someone she can talk to.
Kindness comes in many forms,
whether it's a smile, a hug or letter;
it is considered an act of kindness
when it makes one's day a little better.
Share with someone your kind heart
by being there when she's blue;
embrace her with a big warm hug,
and tell her she's special to you.
Kindness is something
that isn't hard to share,
It's giving out a little love
and showing that you care.
It's donating to a needy charity
or spending time with a troubled kid;
adopting an animal into a wonderful home
or praising a friend on the good job he did.
Kindness is the spread of love
to help ease another's pain;
It's the clearing of one's grey-clouded skies
and adding sunshine to the rain.
The more kindness you spread around,
the more you will understand,
that it someday will be returned to you
just when you need a caring hand.
By Wings4Soul@aol.com
Why Do I Do It?
I look at my arm
and ponder:
Where will I cut this time?
Why do I do this?
Am I some kind of freak?
As I think of what to carve,
I know I'm not alone in my pain-
for others do the same thing I do;
in different ways;
but the reason is the same:
the sadness is too deep to handle,
need to get it out.
seemingly the only way I know how.
The tears I can't cry
are cried when I see red.
How can I stop thinking about it?
Should I call someone?
Should I pray?
Please make the pain go away, Lord.
Tell me I'm not a worthless soul;
tell me I deserve to heal,
and that I am worth your love.
I love you, Lord;
Please help me cry more tears
from my eyes
instead of from my wounds.
Please forgive me, Lord
for thinking this way;
Please help me make it
through another day.
By Wings4Soul@aol.com
He Leads Our Way
Our lives are tough in so many ways,
but we can be comforted
by repeating this phrase:
"He leadeth me beside the still waters."
There isn't a burden any of us own
that the Lord would make us
go through alone.
He is continually with us,
even when we're afraid;
through life's still waters,
He leads us as we wade.
Remember that He carried us
across the beach;
during the rough times of our lives,
He was glad to teach,
that even though we'll always see
one set of prints in the sand,
the Lord will gently carry us
when we're not strong enough to stand.
By Wings4Soul@aol.com
My Dear Friend
My dear friend,
I know when you are hurting;
the pain rips at the heart and the soul;
I can only imagine at times,
How alone you must feel.
But I can't say I know
what you are going through;
I can't say that I completely
understand your pain.
I can't say that I can take it away-
only that I wish I could somehow.
I can only try and lessen it a little,
for a little while,
with warm and tender words,
with spoken reassurances.
You are embraced
in a warm safe and gentle hug,
for as long as needed.
the tears you cry are tears
that are welcomed,
for crying helps cleanse wounds
from the soul.
I can also say that all of your feelings
are valid and important,
no matter what anyone else says.
They are yours,
You have a right express your feelings,
and the right to share them
with those who care about you;
with those who accept you as you are;
with those who love you as a person.
One of those people is me.
You have a safe and warm
embracing always,
my forever friend.
By Wings4Soul@aol.com
Dark World of Depression
Do you want to understand me,
why I fade in and out of my dark world?
Most people rush on by in oblivion,
unaware of the depths of my despair.
They don't understand
this dark world called depression
that entraps one's mind
in a cold, lonely prison;
so many inmates out there just like me,
hoping and praying
we someday find the key
that will free us from our feelings
of hopelessness and fear
we've known for so long.
Look into my eyes,
a window to my spirit,
that has somewhere, somehow,
been broken and lost.
see the emptiness in my soul,
a little girl so desperately
trying to climb out of the hole;
such an unfamiliar, scary place
I don't understand;
How can I reach in
to gently take her hand?
I don't know how I can
expect others to understand my pain
when I can't even figure out who I am;
why my feelings
are trapped so deep inside.
All I can ask of you is to try and see,
how dreadfully tiring and painful
day to day life is for me.
Some days it takes all my best
to just get out of bed,
maybe even dressed.
And if I try not to think
of past traumas that haunt,
maybe they won't surface at night
to invade my dreams and reality.
Little girl, deep down inside,
curls up in a ball;
clutches her blankie and teddy,
hums herself a lullaby;
takes a corner of her blankie,
and wipes the tears from her eyes.
She looks up to discover
sunlight beaming through the window-
welcoming a new morning,
lighting up the darkness of her world
once more.
The night is over;
but why do my feelings
of vulnerability and fear remain?
The joyful songs of birds outside
interrupt my thoughts just long enough
for me to look up and wonder:
Is there life outside this tomb of mine?
How can I go on living this way?
Although I am thankful to have survived
yet another day.
And even though I think
all my hope is gone,
I try to believe
it will return again with dawn.
By Wings4Soul@aol.com
Home
Tribute to My Friends
Depression Info
PTSD Info
God's Creations
Wings on the Mend:
More About My Own
Journey of Healing
