Tuesday, March 3, 2015

After Midnight

Not long after midnight, the tears start flowing.
Mind racing 100 miles, no idea where it's going.

My dreams are dashed by my own hands.
Hope slipping away through fingers like sand.

My first mistake was making plans.
God laughs because his are better than man's.

A dislike for myself fuels this fire.
Reminds me I do not deserve what I desire.

Round and round we go each night.
I fear someday soon I will give up the fight.


(Written 3.3.15)

5 comments:

  1. Don't give up the fight...hold on...

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  2. praying for you...that you with help from people will struggle less and have hope for your future. xo

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  3. things always seem worse in the dark of night....wishing you light and peace

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  4. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem. This was merely a slice of life. A moment of my night where my illness got the better of me. But I overcame it with the help of my coping skills and the love of my husband.

    I could have ended this poem on a positive note, as the night itself ended, but I chose to stay true to the "Slice of Life" theme and give just a slice of what it's like to live with mental illness from my perspective.

    Thank you for your prayers and thoughts. I promise I am fine. :)

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  5. So glad you have a support system and skills for holding on. We're cheering for you!

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