Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Silenus]

My latest poem, good people. I hope you enjoy it. I wrote it as a reminder that there is always joy and beauty in the world, no matter how obscured it is by darkness and pain. Sometimes, we need reminding of this life-saving truth...

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Christ
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The view from up here is astounding,
It could be the hill of Megiddo;
I see the soldiers milling or lounging below;
The blood-thirsty ones look on,
The others' eyes are cast to the ground.

With this forced posture, I embrace the world;
Accepting all that is good, all that is bad,
All that exists under the life-giving sun,
All that skulks and crawls in the shadows,
All.

Pain is a passing thing,
As passing as the days that measure our lives;
Sometimes it comes to steal away all life's joy,
And yet it must this day leave empty-handed,
For I was born unto joy, and effortlessly hold it in my heart.

None of us know what we do,
Despite what others tell you;
Best to embrace the world,
Each moment awakening
To everlasting joy.

[Former-Member]

Thanks @Silenus

My head is pretty chaotic right now :face_with_rolling_eyes: Legoland is a huge messy mountain :face_with_rolling_eyes: but I’m safe, I’m in hospital :face_with_rolling_eyes:

Sending happy vibes to you x

[Faith-and-Hope]

💜 @Former-Member .....

[Silenus]

Those darn Lego bricks just keep being reinvented in each new rebuild...

I was born in Denmark, the land of Lego. I went to Legoland when I was 6 years old. It was fun to see all the miniature bricked worlds... each one isolated, and yet all of them the same... a wonderful metaphor for life, yes?

Stay safe and well. And keep building up those bricks each time they are torn apart. Each Legoland built is delightfully unique for as long as the bricks stand... a work of art and a way of life and a world of fun all in one...

[Former-Member]

@eudemonism @outlander  @Shaz51  @Faith-and-Hope  @Sans911  @Heavenbound

I Am Who GOD Created Me To Be!

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Who knows the real me, those whom look within.

Who looks within to find the real me, those whom like what they think, that they see?

Who cares to say hello to me, not many, for this is what I know, & I see.

Why am I not the popular one, or maybe just a popular, me?

Who wants what I am offering, those whom want to take, from me.

Who wants a friend that is real, & is true, those whom take the time, to listen to my heart. 

For my heart, is all I have to offer, to you!

Love & Hugs!

Bella  xo    🙂      <><<

Written 5am  20/01/2018

[Maggie]

Struggling to get out of bed

Raging thoughts in my head

Gasping for air

Caught in deep dispare

There's one message I seem to hear

And it's the message I really fear

Too broken can't you see

Too many pieces clear to me

It doesn't matter where I go

Everyone around me seems to know

Broken pieces falling through my hand

Crushed to finest sand

Too broken no where to hide

Too broken deep inside

[Faith-and-Hope]

Like = I hear you @Maggie ...... 💐💜

[BlueBay]

Hugs to you @Maggie

BB xxoo

[Maggie]

@Faith-and-Hope 💗💜

[Former-Member]

Jack-in-the-box

They said it would be fun
But now I’m stuck
Stuck in a tiny timber box
Stuck with myself
Stuck with my memories
Stuck

The spring pushes my head
Against the lid, hard
The lid doesn’t open
Nobody can hear me
Screaming in the box
Hitting box with my fists
All my energy gone

And I fall asleep, in the dark