When I created this blog, I had visions of faithfully blogging every day or, at the very least, fill it with pages and pages of witty writing, pithy poetry and any other such mindful musings to captivate readers around the world.
But as you can see from the last entry dated 15 months ago--that is 1 year & 3 months ago--that vision plummeted with my energy level. Mind you, I did not abandon this brilliant blog as some blog enthusiasts end up doing. They go nuts getting it all setup and start out with a some engaging entries, only let it fall by the wayside along with other unfinished hobbies/projects. Or even worse, they just out right heartlessly abandon it without so much as a good-bye or at least, "so long and thanks for all the fish", leaving us to wonder: is that it?! aren't they ever coming back??
No I had and still have every intention of getting back to this baby and have lists and lists of the aforementioned witty writing, etc., and do dream about it whilst I'm napping (again) or going to bed early (again) or sitting here in front of my good old still-running-on-XP SP3-without-any-problems-whatsoever computer staring at the screensaver with mush-mind (aka "brain fog" as some CFSers refer to it) wondering why I'm not taking a nap.
Unfortunately, I can only stop by a short while to say hello, I'm still here, still want to write, I maybe down, but not defeated and really, really praying I'll be back soon...
(No buckets, captivated readers or my good old XP PC were not harmed during the production of this post.)
~~~I do believe there's no such thing as bad writing—it's all a work in progress waiting for the write expression.~~~
Showing posts with label chronic coping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chronic coping. Show all posts
Friday, September 12, 2014
Friday, November 5, 2010
"The Darkness of Pain" (poetry)
I stand in darkness
There is pain
But the pain isn't in me
It is around me
It is the darkness
I reach out and touch nothing
I run, but it is still there
I shout, but there is only silence
I cry, but there are no tears
Stop!
I will do nothing then
I will just be
I am my own light
Then I light the darkness
From my heart
And the pain is healed
(86. chronic pain, pain of the heart—doesn't matter—pain is pain... but maybe you can overcome it like you can overcome darkness...? And the second poem to win the contest a year later after writing it.)
~~~The entire chronology of poetry (aka the manuscript, “Chronologically Filed Stanzas”) is available as a pdf on my website.
~~~
(No darkness was harmed during the production of this post.)
There is pain
But the pain isn't in me
It is around me
It is the darkness
I reach out and touch nothing
I run, but it is still there
I shout, but there is only silence
I cry, but there are no tears
Stop!
I will do nothing then
I will just be
I am my own light
Then I light the darkness
From my heart
And the pain is healed
(86. chronic pain, pain of the heart—doesn't matter—pain is pain... but maybe you can overcome it like you can overcome darkness...? And the second poem to win the contest a year later after writing it.)
~~~The entire chronology of poetry (aka the manuscript, “Chronologically Filed Stanzas”) is available as a pdf on my website.
~~~
(No darkness was harmed during the production of this post.)
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