~Poetry is NOT dead!~
~Poetry is for everyone!~
~Happy Poetry!~
Hello, My Poetry and Writing Friends! 🙂
Hello, my poetry and writing friends! I hope you are well. Thank you for visiting my poetry blog. I appreciate you being here!
Today’s first poem is a love poem, and the second one is about living with my illness. When reading my poetry, it is probably quite clear that I have a problem with codependency (among other things). I have agoraphobia and severe social anxiety, so I don’t think I could function if I didn’t have someone supporting me and helping me navigate my way through life.
People sometimes look at me as weak. I have a disability within my mind that confines me behind invisible bars, and I am making the best of it. I am surviving and can’t do more than that right now, which is OK.
If healthcare were more affordable, I could get the help I need, but after paying for insurance, medication and mandatory doctor visits to keep receiving my medication, I can’t afford to also go to therapy. I wish I had found that out before I attempted to go again, but thankfully I only went to four sessions.
I owe so much in medical bills, from people calling the police (thanks, family!) to take me away and lock me up, that I will probably never be able to repay it.
I do not write this to get any pity. I write it to magnify the problem in the United States of discrimination against mental health. If our country addressed it as a life-or-death situation (because it literally is), then maybe we could get somewhere in our country.
Ultimately, it all comes down to money and greed, but that’s what America is all about, right? Ugh…!
I know that every place has its own troubles, and these days if you bring up issues that fire people up, they practically want to kill you (depending on where you live).
People can be nasty, and once you start talking about healthcare, the accusations begin to fly about my political views, but that is pointless to talk about because I am not political.
I have a heart for humanity as a whole, and our system is obviously not working.
I don’t have the answers; I am just an ant along for the ride. I am not a threat, nor much of a force, so they leave me alone. Plus, I’m broke, and they don’t care about poor people. I am not condoning it; I just know that money makes the United States go ’round.
I went off on a few things, but maybe I was supposed to.
~ANYWAYS… I hope you enjoy today’s poems!~
I Know I Am in the Right Place
you lit a spark
that still burns
it shines in the dark
and makes me yearn
for your sweet touch
and your soothing words
you never judge
how are you so perfect
for me, my love
you are more than worth it
let’s always stay here
in this safe place
let’s be each other’s
saving grace
my heart is locked
so please keep the key safe
within your arms
I know I am in the right place
~Poetry is NOT dead!~
Staying In My Comfort Zone
I need someone by my side
when I decide to go outside
I look down to the ground
when people are around
I wonder what they are thinking
as I stand with my shadow shrinking
always stuck in overthinking
to his arm, I am now clinging
panic starts taking over
trying to keep my composure
so I don’t cause a scene
wish I could remain unseen
we turn around and go back home
and head back to my comfort zone
maybe tomorrow won’t be so intense
and I can get out of this fear-filled trench
~Thanks for reading, and until next time, stay safe, and be blessed!~ 🙂
