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Depression is a sniper hiding in the forest of life.
Without warning, without provocation, it fires its steely bullet through your heart
rendering you mute, in pain, and wondering what happened
as your self-control, your grip on what’s real, falls to the ground
like so much slaughterhouse offal.
It takes everything to pick yourself up,
when you can feel the psychic blood draining from
what once held joy, faith, and hope.
Crawling for cover,
tears of empty rage sliding down torn and ragged cheeks,
each movement an obstacle in and of itself,
you finally hear the shot that felled you.
And even as you manage to find shelter,
you are felled once more.
There is no rescue party on its way.
No medic to stem and staunch the wound.
“Hope” does not make house calls for the dying.
Even after the sniper has left the trees,
its silver rounds of hurt deeply embedded in your flesh,
the fear of never finding the light again
can be worse than the fiery, breath crushing pain.
Friends drag your conscious gibbering body.
They apply the only aid they know how,
clean the wound,
cover the hole.
But only you can mend it,
scar over the damage,
and move on.
It is only the memory of hope,
that can make that happen.
Pills, words, hugs, music…
all are temporary solutions to
a chronic illness that is only
solved in the final cessation of life.
But I’m not ready yet.
The pain will pass.
The futility of life will once again
be lost to the wind like a grain of sand.
And the inner light will glow once more.
There is a moment in time
between nothing and something
when something’s gotta give.
It may only be a heartbeat,
or the time it takes
to walk away
from your heart’s desire.
But there comes a point
when the time for talking
has finally passed
and the only thing left
to do is…something.
But what that something is
can only be decided
in that brief moment
This poem was inspired by the synopsis of a movie by the same name. The screenplay was written by Jeanne Veillete Bowerman @Jeannevb (you can read about it on her website and it will be directed by Michael Bekemeyer @Bekemeyer.
When I read the synopsis I was moved to tears. I know that moment of impasse all too well. I knew in that moment that I had to do whatever I could to help Mike and Jeanne get this movie made. I don’t have much spare cash these days, but they don’t need a lot from any one person…they just need a big ‘ole bunch of us to skip a latte or two and help get the word out. So, that’s what I’m doing.
Check it out. If it moves you even a little bit, please consider donating. Even $1 counts. If you have a website or blog or facebook, G+ or twitter account follow these two wonderful, creative individuals and help spread the word.
This is a cross-post. The original post is at More Yarn For Me.
By Kate Cheevers
Tonight I yearn to unmake
Decisions made long ago.
What paths would my life take
If I could go back?
A different yesterday yields
A different tomorrow.
Would those once unripened fields
Still have blossomed or grown?
Every step I’ve taken
Has led me here.
There’s not one day to which I waken
That could be otherwise.
If that one moment, that one choice
That one day could be undone;
Maybe I could silence this voice.
What pain and sadness would never have been?
But it’s not just going back.
The unwishing of an unknown wish.
It’s the end of a path.
It’s a life that would never have been lived.
By Sue Taliaferro
In response to “Damaged” by Anonymous
love comes with pain
marriage comes with pain
art comes with pain
life comes with pain
If I’m going to have pain
I want it to be of my choosing
If I’m going to struggle
I want to struggle with things I love
with yearning for more
with trying more and pushing myself
I don’t want to struggle with someone who is supposed to love me
I want to know when
something is going to cause me pain
I don’t want to guess
because of someone else’s expectations of me
expectations I can never meet
and don’t want to
you are one of the few people in my life
who has always been
completely honest with me
who has always been there for me
who has loved me
I know you come with pain
but it’s a pain I welcome