Holiday Blues

Walking thru a decorated

path way,

colorful designs and

greetings signs

lights up the display.

Music in the background

playing Holly Jolly’s,

twisting emotions

to sing

The Emotions “What do the

lonely do for Christmas”…

turning away,

a cold winter breeze snaps

me back to this year’s

seasons,

started in

Spring,

leap for growth

got cut into tiny pedals

until

Summer,

shimmering heat

dried my feet

but,

spared no tears

burying precious

family and friends

6 feet deep,

spiraling to

Fall,

down and out

singing “Good Woman Down”

by Mary J. Blige,

wearing mostly

burgnany and black,

got back on track

to face

Winter,

too cold inside

to be outside,

singing Holiday praise.

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Who Said What?

Who Said What?

Said to much…

Said to little…

Said what

was said

to get off my

mental…

Brewing

hot

percolating

from the

soul

to

stop

before

screaming

out of control…

The repetitive

strain

of

accumulated

trauma

and

keeping the

stress down

from

the everyday

drama…

Laying

knees

to chest

holding

the ground

for

what’s next

To

Stand up…

Who really

knows what’s

on a

person brain?

Mind

myself

I will

never be the

same…

Shake, Rattles,

and rolls

me

around

enough

in

lessons

from

depression

to

add back

a positive

light

and

get rid

of

things

that

weren’t right…

Easier said!

Waited in Silence

Muted by the

times

ticking

into

lunatic

apocalypse

foreseen

nightmares

facing reality

check

into

walking

days and nights.

Horrific faces

weighted heads

downs

by

neck talking

spitters

dictating

to judged

down upon.

Spawning

logic

before

login

passwords

into

a computerized

modernize

web

of searches

into

intolerance

yet,

monitored

to be censored.

Screaming to

lose

a soft

spoken voice

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Hand in hand

pain

felt in between

interlocking

fingers,

We Are Not Alone

in pain.

We Are Not Alone

living with

strife trying to maintain.

Standing strong

amongst

differences

in a race

of many races

WE Will Be Heard

for those

to get

what they deserve…

HELL!

A Different Attack-Panic

Chest

hurts

squeezing

tight

breathe…

inhale

exhale

breathe…

down on

my knees

sweating

holding

a nauseating

stomach

breathe…

shaking

hands

clutching

rosary beads

eyes

closed

please

breathe

slowly,

“Let’s go,

take control!”…

mumbling

over and over

in the

mind

staying focus

breathe- in

to get

better…

breathe-out

whatevers…

breathe

back to

regulars

breaths

until,

the panic

has left

breathe…please.

Realistic Self

She’s a goddess

in her own light

humble and beautiful,

always

wanting things

to go right,

which

they sometimes

do,

other times

misery pokes

its pitch fork

into

her work,

when she

had no clue.

Noisy, rubbish, distractions,

delayed her performance

branching into insulation

as

she keeps

growing and pushing

towards her goals

bulldozing

any paranoia,

to stand indestructibly

Tall

to her Life journeys.

Riding Thru Out

Roaring

the

iginition

to

a late night

ride

on the

otherside

for the

known

rider

to be

Buckling up

tight

for the

twists

and the

turns

as

bumpy

roads

leaves

black

wheelies

burns

and

fast mark

brakes

breathing

thru

a brown paper

bag.

Crossroads

crashes

thru

intersections

to be

rerouted to

further

distances

away from

costly

red -lights.

Radio blasting

to nagging.

Tinted

windows

rolled

up to

a thrown

egg

yolking out

to

laughter

and

kids

running

away.

Fun journeys

thru

neighborhoods

well- known

on

cruise control

to

Home…

Parked

to flashbacks

and anxiety attacks

in the drive way.