can’t get it outta my head. my whole view has been changed.
i want to not want to cease. so heavy, it holds me down.
where is healing for me. will it ever be. i cannot find it.
donna marie
can’t get it outta my head. my whole view has been changed.
i want to not want to cease. so heavy, it holds me down.
where is healing for me. will it ever be. i cannot find it.
donna marie
she wakes up in the swirl of confusion which is her mind.
not once occurring to her that this mountain she cannot climb.
donna marie
it splits, it splinters, shredding each frail piece.
breaking apart the symmetry that once held it in place.
pick the fragments up and heap them in a pile.
that is all it’s really worth, even when you smile.
donna marie
the blow struck her suddenly-
i watched her stumble low.
she never saw it coming-
how could she possibly know?
i wonder…. can she take it-
the pain that sears her heart-
or will she end up in a pit-
while her mind frays apart.
donna marie
don’t want to let you down-
trying hard as i can-
wish you understood-
what a terrible mess i am-
it pains, it smothers me-
so tightly it’s wound-
till i’m all but shattered-
where i can’t be found.
donna marie
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind-
As if my brain had split-
I tried to match it- Seam by Seam-
But could not make it fit.
-Emily Dickinson
This poem describes how I feel a great deal of the time– but I am learning to be grateful that I feel things so deeply. I see that God has given me great empathy for others and I know that it comes from going through deep waters. dmi
look up not down, for life’s not below
smile- don’t frown, show off that glow
the past is gone, tho your heart still aches
Love is alive and will heal your breaks
One Step At A Time
donna marie
in the canyon of this glorious soul,
the tapestries are hung with delight
interwoven with colors , i find
the depths making each one so bright
donna marie
i’m in the space between,
where no one knows i’m there
maybe i’m the queen,
with long and golden hair.
maybe i’m the one,
who knows just who she is
or not
donna marie
Inside of me, I’m lost at sea
drowning
Ripped apart, no beating heart
drowning
Will I always be, lost at sea?
drowning