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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

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Hey all, been a few days since I've added anything. Found this one I wrote last month. Hope you are all keeping warm and surviving lockdown okay. Take care & big hugs xx BB 🐰💙

 

Stuck

 

I’m stuck between worlds,

And the line that divides,

Is paved with mistrust,

Where my chivalry hides,

Is anyone’s guess,

As the rabbit hole slides,

I’m an ace between worlds,

And the joker presides.

 

I’m stuck in the middle,

Of pleasure and pain,

Emotions are writhing,

Perception takes aim,

Where chaos and calm,

Grant you nothing but blame,

I’m a pawn on the board,

Being screwed by the game.

 

I’m stuck between wars,

Do I hasten to fight,

Have my deeds tempted fate,

And propelled me to flight,

Am I caught in a fog,

Of some troublesome plight,

Tormented by shadows,

And driven by fright.

 

I’m stuck by reality,

Walls closing fast,

Too damaged to conquer,

Too broken to last,

Forever in turmoil,

My mind all aghast,

Frustrated by anger,

Still trapped in the past.

 

I’m stuck between truth,

And a narcissist’s guise,

My freedom does lurch,

Between bullshit and lies,

Their nonsense abounds,

With a deluge of spies,

I may suffer the lows,

But I long for the highs.

 

I’m stuck by insanity,

Madness has won,

For lack of a future,

Normalities spun,

A web of deception,

That pulls me undone,

Stability cursing,

An unending pun.

 

I’m stuck between worlds,

And there is no escape,

Just a mindful incursion,

That pushes debate,

Can my future show promise,

Will torment abate,

I’m stuck between worlds,

But I make my own fate.

 

© BB - 01 Jun 2021

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Came to visit this thread to write a spontaneous poem, but lost the spirit for it after a small collection of words. Before coming here I tried to get back into editing a video I started some time ago. Tech issues got in the way and may even mean I abandon that project all together.

 

And yet I feel not pushing through this resistance tonight in both cases is the wisest thing, recognising that sometimes blocks to my intentions may be an indication I'm not meant to do what I intended at just at that moment. Going with the flow is about pushing past obstacles when needed, and also being able to stand still or take a step back.

 

I've been trying to exercise strengths every day, as has been suggested in the six week group course I have been doing with my psychologist. Via a clinical psych quiz, creativity comes up number one on my strengths. I've been highly prolific with creating digital media for over a decade up until this past year. Quiet times are good as well.

Re: writing as a form of therapy

Feel so helpless, meaningless and down

Struggling all my life

Helpless is the main thing 

 

Re: writing as a form of therapy

Hello @Meowmy 

 

It's now 3 hours ago that you posted a message about your concerns. Are you still nearby? If you are and would care to chat, please give me a 'wave'.

 

With Concern and Best Wishes

@HenryX 

Re: writing as a form of therapy

@HenryX hey Henry, feeling better now. Thanks for care and support

 

Re: writing as a form of therapy

Hi @Meowmy 

 

Great to know that feelings have improved Meowmy.

 

Best Wishes

@HenryX 

Re: writing as a form of therapy

Feeling so far away 

Less like myself 

In a fog so thick 

It's hard to be my true self

Getting flashback so real 

It's getting  harder for me to distinguish that line between reality and my fears

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@Silenus Hello Silenus, I am here in the Yurt of No Hurt ...

Re: writing as a form of therapy

Before I met you,when I first spoke with you, I knew it's you. The one. So it was turbulent. My life at great risk. At risk of losing all. That I was so young. My whole life could end. I know I knew I love you as one and only. I knew it was right. It went on. You stood by me. I barely can breath under so much pressure, carrying severe illness. On it went for many years. It was then you let me go on

I let go because you are one and only.

Now I am so much older. Still sick often but so much better at managing.

I didn't let you know that now.i am free

But I know you know. That you are one and only

 

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Feel very sad

So much to say

But no one to

Alone here

Memories of crosses to bear

Trails stretching afar

I hardly have spot to stand

So many dark dreams

Cloudy over years

Yet still persuing

Heart desires 

Amazing grace

To come so far