Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[bipolarbunny]

@ShiningStar Thank you so much for your very kind words. Writing has become such a joy and important part of my healing and I feel privileged to be able to share it here for everyone to read. As @Dimity has kindly expressed, I have posted several poems on this thread already. If you scroll back through you'll find mine as well as many fine works from @StuF @Mazarita @BlueBay and of course @Silenus who was the creator of this thread. 
Have a wonderful day my friend and thank you again for your support. It means a great deal.  xx

BB 🐰💙

[StuF]

@bipolarbunny 

Thanks heaps!

[bipolarbunny]

@StuF @HenryX @Dimity @ShiningStar @Mazarita @Former-Member @Anastasia @Shaz51 @Zoe7 @saltandpepper @Appleblossom @Daisydreamer @Oaktree

Feeling a little broken today folks. So sharing a verse from the dark depths of my soul.

### TRIGGER WARNING ###

If you are not in a good headspace probably a good idea to give this one a miss. 

Big hugs to all xx

BB 🐰💙

Struggle

Born without a hope in hell,

The chord stuck round my throat,

Face first, all bruised and battered,

Set the tone for life’s big quote,

The world is chaos, don’t you know,

From day one it was clear,

You never understood me,

So the struggle started here.

I barely reached my first birthday,

My brother stood on me,

With broken ribs, I’m now deformed,

For all the world to see,

My chest caved in, but worst of all,

You didn’t even care,

You left me helpless, crying,

With a frightened little stare.

And then began the torment,

Of a mind so young and good,

You hated everything I was,

I never understood,

Just why you didn’t love me,

Time and time again I tried,

To be the perfect daughter,

Luck just wasn’t on my side. 

And so I suffered silently,

I lived inside my head,

Life was like a prison,

Raised on hatred, fear and dread,

And no one even noticed,

Who I was or how I felt,

It didn’t seem important,

It was just the hand life dealt.

And so I grew up fearing,

Everyone and every thing,

The world was just an ugly place,

No comfort did it bring,

But still I tried to win the love,

Of parents and a mate,

But all I ever got,

Was overwhelming loss and hate.

A teenager, an adult,

Didn’t matter I was cursed,

To roam the earth a lonely soul,

A weary heart traversed,

I never fitted in you see,

I wanted to belong,

But all I ever found,

Were people chiding,

What was wrong.

Wrong in everything I did,

And everything I said,

Wrong in all the choices,

That I made inside my head,

Wrong in feelings, wrong in mood,

My spirit aptly torn,

Wrong that I was breathing,

Wrong that I was even born.

And now the years have all but passed,

The struggle lingers on,

I’m still alone, I’m still fearful,

And life is still a con,

I’ll never understand the why,

Nor how, nor what you did,

My wounds are all I ever had,

I’m still that broken kid.

© BB - 02 May 2021

[StuF]

@bipolarbunny 
I'm taking your advice re headspace right now. But I Will come back to it

Glad you posted a new poem

Hugs

[bipolarbunny]

@StuF Thanks mate, good idea, big hugs to you too xx

BB 🐰💙

[Dimity]

Poor little baby bunny @bipolarbunny . With tIme travel, love and cuddles and soothing your pain would be possible. Sending you a virtual hug.

[bipolarbunny]

@Dimity thank you my friend xx

BB 🐰💙

[Shaz51]

ohhh sending you lots of hugs @bipolarbunny 

hello and hugs @Silenus , @Dimity , @StuF , @HenryX 

[bipolarbunny]

@Shaz51 Thanks Shazzy 

BB 🐰💙

[StuF]

@Shaz51 

Hugs back at ya 🙂