Journey

Sunshine meets it's daily end,
As dark night ensues,
On land they melt as one into a toxic gloom.
The water inside my world falters and consumes,
Unearthing ancient torrents caught inside ocean plumes.

Beneath the waves, no air to breathe;
Floating deeply in a crumpled seethe,
Memories of the past scatter around the deep,
Like great torrents through the Earth they seep.

To warrant explanation,
To gain understanding,
There are no words.
Flooding to the surface, they become so demanding.

Exhausted, crawling up to the surface from this drowning hand,
Leaving memories in torn up pieces lying in the sand.
Thousands reach to clamber up from deep within the ground,
With great effort to defeat that troublesome, awful sound,
Delivering tales to poisonous wrath,
Wastes of time still linger on my path.
Path to past, the hardships carry on,
Passing as life unreachable flows into song,

You said wonders will fly their way to you, my beautiful friend,
That one day this life of torment shall come to its peaceful end,
But now I must face my fears and troubles alone in silent heed,
And follow an unravelling story that I must lead,
It is then, my dear, we shall meet again,
Deep in the hues of this writers pen.

The Gift

Always life is a gift
Clutched in nature's arms we exist
With unclear purpose nor reason
Untold destiny and fate
Happiness thrives inside love, dies inside hate
Though depths of the mind may make life negate
A gentle touch of kindness and warmth can elate


Life is to be cherished, a gift to be sustained
With love's often embrace through all of time's refrain
Life must be endured throughout the anguish and the pain
But to ease such aching sorrow through life's rocky lane
Are gifts to ourselves in our desperate times of strife
Like the warmth of compassion, empathy, the laughter in our lives

So look up and around, take in all you see and knew

As the wonders of living are all around you

-  Rose

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This poem is probably a bit hippy-ish. It is about gratitude for what is around us. 

On the 2nd December, it was one year since I tried to end my life, and I began to think what had changed for me since then. For me, often the beauty and positivity in this world gets lost in the hatred, death and misery that surrounds us daily. Sometimes our minds and emotions become hardened, apathetic to what we see.  With such negativity that surrounds us, it can be easy to overwhelm and overload ourselves with negativity, making it harder to see the good things in life through the ever more dense fog that is depression.  But the positives are still there.. they just need to be found. 

:)

Cynical Innocent

I used to believe love to be pure

The kind of thing that lasts evermore

I always believed it to be like the dove

Like the wholesome beauty of "All You Need Is Love"

But now my heart, it aches and it bleeds

As I watch while my beloved one leaves

It is cracked, bitter, cynical and sore

Yet still innocent, naive, virtuous and pure

I gave each of you all of my trust

To be delivered with all of my sorrow and lust

Yet by all, I am used and discarded too

Treated painfully without issue

But now as I write, lyric and rhyme, I realise one day I will see

At once all the love that is meant for me

So this cynical innocent believes once again, it will be like the dove

And the only thing you'll ever need in this life is love

-   Rose