Sunday, March 29, 2015

The Seed














I couldn't sleep.
My mind was on fire.
Scrolling through images
where death is a desire.

The hurt I used to know so well
flared up as I read their pain.
I remember what that felt like
when I thought I was insane.

So I spent hours and hours
spreading words of support and hope.
Sharing the story of my recovery
and ideas on how to cope.

I begged that they reach out
and get the help they need.
I may not have changed their lives
but I hope I planted the seed.

(Written 3.29.15)

3 comments:

  1. Great poem, but even more, what a wonderful thing for you to do. Your poetry is always so raw and honest; I have no doubt that you have a greater impact than you realize. Keep writing!

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  2. It's really awesome how you are trying to help others even if it means bringing up and having to relive your pain. I'm glad you are taking care of yourself! This experience of writing does not have to end. It continues every Tuesday ....same place :-). I look forward to seeing you there.

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  3. Planting a seed is the start of all hope. So glad you have a recovery story to share.

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