When your mind is cloudy, When your head wants to rest, And all you can do is worry, About all the things that are a mess. The work you need to do. The places you need to go. But your mind needs to rest. Your head needs a pillow And you need to stop. Slow down, close your eyes. Take a breath, it’s okay to stop. Slow down, close your eyes. Take a breath, it’s okay to stop. Feeling guilty When I rest my head. When I need more sleep. When I can’t go on, I need to rest. Slow down, close your eyes. Take a breath, it’s okay to stop.
Wednesday Poetry Prompt #2
Here is our second Wednesday Poetry Prompt!
Write a Poem About Healing
Forgive me Maybe I am to blame, Maybe it was me this time. We think about forgiveness and giving it But how to do forgive yourself? How to do you heal and seek guidance From the one you have wronged How do you both come to terms and move on. Move on to bigger and better. Move on to things that matter. And create once again How do we do this?
Free Poetry Book
This Tuesday February 7th until Saturday February 11th!
This is a collection of poems, thoughts, short stories, and art. I hope you enjoy them.
Many of my poems might be dark and depressing, but writing is how I cope with things life throws at us. When I’m frustrated, hurt, and sad, I write. It helps me cope with my feelings though not every poem will fit this description, most of them will.
I write on a slew of subjects; motherhood, family, miscarriage, children, raising children and many more. Sometimes moms get into a competition of who’s the better mother or who has the best kids, whose job is hard, and that mindset helps no one. I promise to be as real as I can, hoping the things that have challenged me can help someone else.
Ramblings contains poems from the following books:
Ramblings of the Mind
Ramblings of the Soul
Ramblings of the Heart
Ramblings of the Spirit
Your tears break me. When I see you in pain, I just want to take it away. Wipe the tears from your eyes. Hug all the pain away. I don’t know how to do that. And I don’t know what to do. Your tears break me.
The Things They Say
They say the right things, Music to your soul. But it's like a dagger to your heart. As the words are corrupted. Like a slow seeping venom, It creeps in and infects you. When you think you are part of their life, But you realize you are not. Like a dagger to the heart, Blood flows freely. The deception is clear, But the pain seeps into Every fabric of your being. Numbing you, As your tears dry on your face. You feel nothing as those words ring in your ears.
I used to chase you I used to beg you But no more I will no longer beg and fret. I will no longer lay awake at night and worry. I will no longer worry, for those days are over. I used to chase people. I used to beg them to stay. But no more. I stand firm and I know I am right. I stand firm, and i know I am good enough I stand firm and I am not alone. Never have I been alone!
It’s a Curse
It is a curse, To never think your good enough To question everything To not accept the good things in life as real. You wait for the bottom to fall out. You wait for everyone to leave. You anxiously see signs everywhere, When nothing is wrong. You question yourself with every task. Did I write this right? Did I say that right? Did they understand me? Never going with your gut Never accepting you are talented Never accepting yourself.
Saying the Wrong Thing
I always say the wrong thing. The words come out of my mouth, And I watch them go. Wave goodbye And wait for the reaction. The words spiral out of me, I can’t catch them, But just close my eyes and wait For the reaction. I say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing And then stress over it. I back pedal but it doesn’t work I wonder why I say anything at all.
I have been writing for years. I started writing my first book in 2009 after I miscarriage my first child. It was published in 2008. It was horrible. So, I rewrote it and published it again under a new name in 2018. Then I started writing poetry and a paranormal book series. But I feel like none of what I write gets read. I learned a lot about writing and how to publish but it feels like nothing I do is right. Marketing is a struggle for me. I worked extensively with an artist for my book covers and editors to make my books perfect, but still, I can’t get them to see. At times it makes me want to stop but then inspiration hits and I want to write something new. Depression and anxiety definitely get in the way. When will I be able to say I made it? When should I stop and realize it is not worth it? When is enough, enough?
My dreams Are they only Dreams? Will they ever come to fruition? Or are they only dreams? How do you keep going? How long do you fight? Day after day and still no results. My dreams? Are they only dreams?
Panic Panic, heart racing Blood rushing in my ears Pulse echoing in my chest Panic, heart racing Hands shaking, Flush face Panic, heart racing Sweat on my brows Breathing ragged Panic, heart racing When will it end I bit my lip to try and control it Breath in deeply, trying to steady myself When will it end? When will I be normal? Why can’t I think and react like normal people?