More r amblings from yours truely. My first attempt at a love poem, enjoy...
How do you like that? Not only did they risk their lives to protect us, they are still fighting when they are asleep. Plus! Plus, it could even unlock a hidden link to dementia. I have seen tons of articles talking about this! I have probably read 4 or 5 different articles about it the past few days. So here's what's going on... I posted a different poem by Victor a couple days ago but I just have to share another one. He is so talented, I honestly wish I could write like him. My all-time favorite will always be This Graveyard Lullaby but this one comes in a close 2nd place. I hope you enjoy Too Late. When my night terrors are about my family, I seriously just lose it. Especially my 5 year old baby brother. I am constantly having nightmares about something happening to him. About 2 days ago I woke up sweating and out of breathe. My mom said I sounded like I was frightenend while I was sleeping. She woke me up and asked me if I was okay. I then proceeded to tell her about the horrific dream I was having. I remember when I had my first panic attack, I could not figure out what was wrong with me. I was a junior in high school and just arriving home. I ended up vomiting all over my front yard mid-panic attack. It was gross and humiliating. Anyways... I've struggled with mental illness for years. There are articles exploding across the internet about how childhood nightmares and teen psychosis are actually linked! As stated in my about me section, I am divorced. While going through my divorce, my husband asked me if I wanted to get back together and try to fix things. I went over to our house to talk to him, got shitfaced, and ended up sleeping with him. I woke up, realised what I had done, grabbed my clothes and drove home. I cried all 50 miles. I went home, got ready for the day, scrubbed my skin till it was bright red. I got dressed and drove to work. At work, I wrote this poem. Hello again! I've been lucky enough to have my very first guest author on my blog. Her name is Bridget Glos and I've been following her blog for about a week. I love how she writes and how well I can relate to her! Such a sweet gal. Anyways, her blog is called Life With Bridget and a facebook page for more of her poems. Go check it out, great stuff! I hope you enjoy her poem as much as I do! I walked into a giant, empty warehouse. As I pushed open the heavy door, I saw a 4-5 year old girl on the inside. She was dressed just like a raggedy ann doll and had ringlets spilling out of her pigtails. She had 2 blue ribbons holding the pigtails in place. She had freckles all across her cheeks and her nose. When we made eye contact, she skipped away. I started to follow her, deeper into the vast warehouse. She eventually led us to this ladder and what looked like a 50ft+ high-dive diving board. She began to climb the ladder. Hello again! So, every time someone figures out that I suffer from mental illness, I get bombarded with all of these bizarre coping tecniques that they swear by! That can get really old really fast. Most of them involve taking some non-FDA-approved supplement like ground sheep placenta or something. But some of them can actually be pretty useful. |
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