Through The Valleys (July 12, 2016)

Wish

I could describe

What it means

To be me.

In conveying

The journey

I have undertaken

Just reaching here

At this moment.

Of countless tears

And bloody cuts

Upon my body

And soul.

Of the dark valleys

I have found myself

Trapped

Within.

Raging rivers

Of tears

Carve

Ever deeper

Into my soulscape.

Washing

Parts of my soul

Into the gathering darkness

That threatens 

To consume me.

One piece

At a time.

Of the repressed anger

That burns

With white hot embers.

In fuelling 

Those flames

Of depression

And self-hatred.

To the point

The inner darkness

Blocks out

All light sources.

Sinking

Ever deeper

Into the depth

Of despair.

With

No hope

Of return.

And yet

For reasons unknown

I have moved

Forward.

 

Even though

Death remains

A step behind.

Awaiting

That final dance.

Therisa © 2016

From The Ground Up (May 26, 2016)

Some

Who read this

May think

I'm venting

My sour grapes.

But

I ask you.

"What's it like

To be

At the top

Or near it?"

From someone

Who's always

Looking up

At others

From the bottom.

Having to fight

For whatever

I have.

Medically

And otherwise

In my life.

Standing

On the fringe

Of society

Looking inwards

With a heavy sigh

Upon my heart.

Dreaming

Of a day

With total inclusion

For all.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: The older, I get, the more, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., is influencing me, with his philosophical message of inclusion, as his "dream" has grown closer, in some ways, but further, in others. And yes, you can call me, a dreamer, but, without my dreams, I would have died, years ago, by my own hand, in total despair and sorrow.