Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Mazarita]

cyberspace

is a place

of infinite double mirrors and

gaudy bells and whistles

an empire of distraction

swimming with frozen faces in

galleries of virtual friendship

blinking hellos and goodbyes.

[Former-Member]

Out of the night it came
it bore one single tear
crippled and ugly with pain
it spoke but no-one could hear

In the morning it rose
it's head dangling down low
it was a thing to avoid
it has nowhere to go

it craved acceptance and love
it craved someone, anyone to care
it knows what a monster it is
are there other monsters out there?

[Dazofoz]

Really good synopsis. Succinct. Sometimes less is best in poetry I find and with this, could conjure more imagination for reader and writer alike. Thanks.

[Former-Member]

Here I am, you can see my scales
I don't blame you for standing back
you don't know what ails

a little bit of truth, a touch of reality
I think that's what makes you wary
that's why your afraid of me

you wonder about the pain
you can tell it's not all scales
you see terror has reinged
and Humanity can fail.

[Silenus]

Hello hello, lovely people...

@Mazarita @BlueBells @PeppiPatty @Faith-and-Hope @Appleblossom @BlueBay @Former-Member @Decadian @Kurra @Shaz51 @oceangirl @Former-Member and all of you who my shredded memory has left off the list... hahaha...

Thank you all for keeping me in your thoughts. It's been a while since I've been on the forum.

Lots has been happening in my life in the last little while... allow me to be a little self-indulgent and share with you all that has transpired...

After two and a half years on the road, travelling around in a beat up old motorhome, my lovely partner and I stayed with her sister and brother-in-law for about 9 months. My how time flies...

We both tried to find work, but didn't have a lot of luck. We considered buying a house, but the prices in the rather large city we were staying in was prohibitively expensive. Postage-stamp sized blocks, well outside our price range...

I got a little depressed, brought down by the realities of life. Countless job applications, with hardly even a rejection reply... that sort of thing saps one's spirit. Plus, I was also feeling the seasonal drag down that I get each year...

Thankfully, it was a relatively soft landing after an extended hypomanic high...

My lovely partner and I reappraised our expectations of life, and decided to move back to be with her parents for a little while. Her mother has previously had a few sarcomas (cancer that grows in soft tissue and on bone) cut out, and the latest scans have shown a very aggressive return of them. The only option she has left is chemotherapy, but she is rather frail and not at all keen on the likely side-effects of the treatment, so she is still unsure of whether she will seek treatment or just accept her fate...

It is good that we are here for my lovely partner's mother and father...

That is thankfully the end of the bad news. There is good news as well...

My lovely partner and I have purchased a house, about 5 minutes drive from her parents' place. Being a small country town, the house was very affordable (we couldn't believe our luck, having resigned ourselves to never being able to own a home again). The bonus is that it is only 20 minutes drive to the beach, so we can still do our walks along the sand...

Also, for the first time in my life, I have reached out to fellow writers, and have joined the local writers group. It is wonderful to be in touch with other authors, and I am already learning much (and getting inspired more).

On the job front, I have almost secured a 6 month technical writing contract, which will unfortunately see me having to spend my time about 850 kilometres away from our new home (we move in next Monday, woot woot!).

But beggars cannot be choosers, and I am very grateful for the opportunity to pick up the pen and earn some money from it again. I am a little apprehensive - this will be the first major piece of work that I will be engaged in since my major breakdown, divorce, depression diagnosis, bipolar diagnosis and slow-slow-slow recovery that started in 2011.

However, I feel that the hard work in the past 6 years has paid off, and I am ready to get back into the saddle and ride the bucking bronco...

Anyhoo, that's a brief (ha!) update of what's been happening in my life lately. Hugs and happy vibes beaming to you all... 🙂

[BlueBay]

Missed chatting to you @Silenus
Fantastic news on news of home and job. So happy for you. ❤❤

[Former-Member]

Oh it's so wonderful to hear from you @Silenus. It's fabulous that you've managed to secure a home that your happy with. So sorry for your sad news but elated for all the good parts.
I wish you well with your new work venture.
It really did put a smile on my dial to read your post. Keep taking good care of you 💜🤗

[Silenus]

Hi @BlueBay @Former-Member 🙂

It's lovely to be back. I missed you all. How have you been?

[Mazarita]

Hi @Silenus, soooo good to see you. Your presence here has been missed! Fabulous to hear you and partner are going so well. Wonderful that you can both be there for your partner's mother and father now. I hope you are receiving a friendly welcome in the country town. Keeping fingers crossed for your technical writing gig. Hugs and happy vibes back to you! 

[Former-Member]

Has anyone got ideas how I can stop writing your instead of you're, there instead of their, know instead of now and there's a few others? I know the difference and as soon as I read it back I smack my forehead and think "omg not again" but I haven't been able to change this habit. Just seeing as I'm on a writing thread I thought I'd throw it out there.