My Children
You don't owe me anything
You don't need to be anything
You don't need to do anything...to have my love.
My love is free.
My love is pure.
My love runs deep, like the roots of an ancient tree...deep in to the Earth but also reaching the heights.
Up or down. Heaven or Hell, my love survives.
You are precious to me for all reasons and for no reasons.
Love,
Isi
Poetry
Depression is debilitating
Depression hurts your heart
Depression hurts your body and your mind
Depression is a grand deceiver
...it lies to you about who you are and how you feel...
Depression loves misery and it basks in darkness
Depression is loneliness
Depression is an aching heart filled with regrets
Depression is a anchor tied to your legs and you are tossed overboard, falling ever further from the light and closer and closer to the abyss, helpless to stop it as you are crushed by the weight of the depths.
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Depression hurts your heart
Depression hurts your body and your mind
Depression is a grand deceiver
...it lies to you about who you are and how you feel...
Depression loves misery and it basks in darkness
Depression is loneliness
Depression is an aching heart filled with regrets
Depression is a anchor tied to your legs and you are tossed overboard, falling ever further from the light and closer and closer to the abyss, helpless to stop it as you are crushed by the weight of the depths.
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Each day can repeat
Or the days all combine in to One
That sense of just being, no past, no future...
Just today, where is Today?
I live Today yet each day it seems to be beyond my grasp...always a day ahead.
When will I stop chasing Today?
When will I arrive? Or am I already there?
...
Or the days all combine in to One
That sense of just being, no past, no future...
Just today, where is Today?
I live Today yet each day it seems to be beyond my grasp...always a day ahead.
When will I stop chasing Today?
When will I arrive? Or am I already there?
...
You wake up and you hear the whirring of the air conditioner.
You stand up and you see yourself in the mirror.
Below your feet are old socks tossed on the floor.
You look around and see stuff, knick knacks, rubbish, a little. maybe all of it...
But nobody else.
Like they all live in a distant land, all your friends, they have gone on far off journeys or faded away as water dew evaporates from the leaves in the hot Sun.
...
You stand up and you see yourself in the mirror.
Below your feet are old socks tossed on the floor.
You look around and see stuff, knick knacks, rubbish, a little. maybe all of it...
But nobody else.
Like they all live in a distant land, all your friends, they have gone on far off journeys or faded away as water dew evaporates from the leaves in the hot Sun.
...
The first week of August may expand new horizons.Finrock wrote: ↑Sat Jun 03, 2023 3:34 pm Each day can repeat
Or the days all combine in to One
That sense of just being, no past, no future...
Just today, where is Today?
I live Today yet each day it seems to be beyond my grasp...always a day ahead.
When will I stop chasing Today?
When will I arrive? Or am I already there?
...
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8/4/23High Spy wrote: ↑Sat Jun 10, 2023 6:26 amThe first week of August may expand new horizons.Finrock wrote: ↑Sat Jun 03, 2023 3:34 pm Each day can repeat
Or the days all combine in to One
That sense of just being, no past, no future...
Just today, where is Today?
I live Today yet each day it seems to be beyond my grasp...always a day ahead.
When will I stop chasing Today?
When will I arrive? Or am I already there?
...
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