personal reflective poem |
I want to be Loved I only want one thing I want to be loved I want someone to hold my hand To put their arms around me I want to be loved I don't want to cry for hours I want to sleep at night I want to be loved Let the sadness go and tears dry I want to be loved I want arms around me I want to be safe I want to be loved I want to be loved I want to be loved Just as I am for who I am Just love me Love me I want to be loved I struggle to sense the source of my screams that wake me in the night I am weary. It's been a long road of sadness and despair The tears are always there Darkness surrounds me Shadows of doubt and worry lurk nearby Sadness is my only feeling It's all I really understand Crying don't change anything Dark night of my soul is every night It's all I know I wonder,"Does anyone care?" "Why don't they love me like I always love them?" The madness of depression is dark and threatening All my life it's been there, menacing and cruel. I learned to pray to keep it away And to bow And sit quietly within the Great Stillness of Peace. I'm still afraid and sometimes I can't sleep -- It's my life and how it is for me, how it's always been. Sadness, deep sadness is what I know, It's all I've ever understood. I know about the darkness, I live there a lot. I spend more time there than I want. And I know about peace, love, and understanding. I breathe --- and quietly return to calm. The dawn is always near. Here comes the sun. It'll be a bright new day. There's always hope. There has to be. I must have hope to keep going on. And faith. Faith's ship sails me through the darkness into the light again. On faith, I can rely. There is an answer although no question. This is the language of depression, sadness, faith, and redemption. Once redeemed and renewed on into our new day we go knowing of the dark places we have been grateful to be alive. I need to keep going I can't stop now Always I must go on "Gate, Gate ..." Always becoming Moods and feelings are emotional landscape i traverse in my mind They exists only in my separate mind The mind that I created separate from my true self. To end this separation would be a goal but the separation does not exist except as delusion in my own mind. There is no separate self. Not two, Body and mind are one Body and mind are one. This is not intellectual conjecture It's direct experience I cannot explain something that is absolute No explanation would suffice or is needed. What I know or what I think I know doesn't matter Nothing matters I keep going the pen glides across the lines of the journal page rolling out words I keep going Looking to see what comes next finding nothing Falling into scribbling gibberish what has become a favorite pastime If I sit here and write I don't have to sleep to hear the ringing in my ears to see my fears circling me like vultures around a corpse I'm tired of all of it I'm very, very tired I just want to be loved I just want to be loved. |