WHAT

I feel sick

I am sick

I can’t breath

What’s wrong with you?

Something is on my

chest

an ant

no

my cat

no

an elephant!

What’s wrong with you?

The whole world

my entire life

a weight weighs me down

I can do nothing

counting the divots in

the wall

I count and count

and only grow closer and closer

to tears

What’s wrong with you?

Frustration, anxiety, triggers,

depression

in a merry circle

we go ’round again

*NOTE: Hey guys! So this is a not so happy post this week, but I was really inspired(?) by a recent panic attack and wanted to share the result. Also, I wanted to try out a new style for my poetry as I have been reading a lot of Emily Dickinson lately, so if you noticed a difference that’s why. I hope you have a good week (panic attack free) and I’ll see you next time!

Bonus!*

Just because I am not there does not mean I am no longer your friend.

I am sorry I have been replaced in your heart by another.

I am much better than I used to be, do you not want to see?

It is a shame you have forgotten who I am.

I and all I am is lost on you.

*Note: Just a little something I spit out one night and wanted to share. Enjoy!

Poem #3

God sat with Satan one day to discuss one another.

He asked if Satan had purpose.

Satan replied that yes, he gave people ends.

He asked if God had purpose.

God replied that yes, he gave people ends.

God asked if Satan did harm.

He replied that yes, he tormented others.

Satan asked if God did harm.

He replied that yes, he tormented others.

God asked if Satan answered prayers.

He replied that yes, he gave unconditionally.

Satan asked if God answered prayers.

He replied that yes, he gave unconditionally.

God asked if Satan was worshipped.

He replied that yes, he sat on a pedestal.

Satan asked if God was worshipped.

He replied that yes, he sat on a pedestal.

Two beings of equal worth and deed sat one day to discuss one another.

Poem #2 (Main Character)

I am not the main character of my life

I am the friend

The side-kick

The background music

I am not the focus

My life revolves around

Making certain those around me

Are ok

Are well

Are happy

Why?

Because I care

Because I am not the focus

Whether I am content

Or not

Is irrelevant

I do not have the spot light

I do not have the lines

I do not give the inspirational speeches

I do not save the day

Or win any hearts in the process

I am the backdrop

The scenery

I am not the main character of my life

*Note: Another poem? I’ve been into them lately… I’m sure everyone has felt like this at one point or another. It is an old poem, one I have held onto for years! It’s very dear to me and takes me back to a tender time in my life.

Poem #1

One says:

I do not speak

People only use words to lie

And voices waver, weaken, and disappear over time

I grew tired of speech

So I threw it away

One says:

I do not see

Sight only brings pain

You see the ugliness and disparity of the world

I grew tired of sight

So I threw it away

One says:

I do not hear

The only sounds are of need

Beggars and in-complacent citizens crying out

I grew tired of hearing

So I threw it away

Another says:

I do not cry

That is a sacrifice of the heart to emotions

In the end leaving you nothing but weakness

I grew tired of tears

So I threw them away

A long time ago

*Note: I am not really sure if this qualifies as poetry, but I didn’t know what else to call it.