Friday, June 24, 2011

Dark Days

I have dark days still, I don't know how to fight them off completely. I'm ok with that though, because I appreciate happy moments more now too. I feel real joy in my heart & soul when our beautiful daughter laughs, climbs, babbles, learns, teaches & breathes...the grey clouds have lifted from me when I'm in those moments.

Sometimes, I get stuck in my own head though. In the quiet moments at work, or when I can't sleep at night. I over analyze everything in our life & twist it into a 'woe is me' situation.

I have a good life, a great life in many ways, but we have a lot of worries too, same as a lot of people. I wish I could focus more on the good & great parts, but I dwell on the negative regardless of my knowledge that it will only bring more negativity.

I am a believer in the power of energy. We're all just generating energy in this world, and it makes me sad when I realize the energy I am putting out...I know I'm better than that & capable of better.

As I'm typing this I'm listening to music, and Mumford & Sons 'Timshel' came on and I heard the following lyrics.

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand


I had to stop writing, close my eyes and soak it up. Sometimes I feel like I'm not enough. I can't possibly be responsible for this beautiful child. I'm surely going to mess her up. Messing up is what I do, but I actually believe I'm going to do alright with this one. I'm a good Mama. I'm very defensive when people question things because I feel criticized, and I know that I'm doing things the way I want to do them. I'm doing them the way my husband & I have decided is best for our child. That feels good. It feels independent, and I don't often feel that way.

So the dark moments sometimes still take over in little ways, but I'm trying to be proud of how far I've come lately. Being back to work, is in some ways much harder than I expected, and in others much easier. Being a mom to a toddler is an adjustment, but I love it.

I feel like I've been broken for a very very long time, and I'm trying to slowly get back to being deep down inside happy.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Free

Loving this life
Singing, Dancing
Free

The songwriter
Writes
Composes
Loves


His soul soars
Free again
At home

His happy tones
Make my day
Brighten my world
Give me hope

Knowing he's back
Challenges me
To be better
To strive for more

The songwriter was silent
but
That's no longer so

Loving this life
Singing, Dancing
Free
Free
Free


* I wrote this poem about my best friend Robbie, who at 27 was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. He has suffered a lot while trying to get himself on the right medication to be functional again. I'm so proud of him every single day.


Angry

Sitting, staring at a blank 'page'
Wondering if the words will flow from my fingers
Like tears down my face

So much hurt inside
Angry with the world
but more with myself

Bad choices
Wrong turns
To err is human
but how much is too much

Angry
So angry

Feeling like everything is beyond me
Beyond my control
Beyond my thoughts
Beyond my control

Wanting to change it
Wanting to be happy

I spend so much time wanting

Wanting
Wanting & being angry

So angry



Those were the days

I remember the days
Lost in conversation with you
Sitting side by side
Only inches between us

Trying to keep it from others
hush hush
Knowing they'd all figure it out eventually

Darkness turning to light
Birds singing their songs
Sun rises and cool breezes

Those were the days my love
Those were the days

I miss them at times
The carefree fun
Discovering the unknown about each other
When times were simpler

Today life is different
More complete
More fulfilling

There's no wonder about love
It's a given now
So safe, so secure

My Forever Love

He Fights

Dark clouds circle
Like they always have

She feels the storm
It's in the air
It's in her soul

She could let it come
Let it swallow her
Let herself drown in it

Instead she'll swim
against the current
of the storm brought
flood waters

She sees that never again
will she be alone
He fights with her
Beside her & for her

Their life is worth it

She loves him for
fighting for her
but more because
he made her
fight for herself