My Affliction.

Memory of what should be let go.

Hearing that mustn’t be heard.

Senses heightened, for what shouldn’t be known.

To let myself live, in the present. At all.

The affliction of knowing, when one should ignore.

Caring too much as I need to break out.

Break my chains, my mind and spirit.

Break apart all that is held together.

Broken and shattered through my affliction.

Remembering The Times

Remembering the times,

Those good days,

Always a place in my mind.

The thinking, memories and the times.

Left in the feeling.

Of those good times.

The memories and places once been.

The memories and thoughts,

An ever-present reminder.

Living in the present,

Waiting for the times ahead,

Remembering those good times gone past.

A collection of memories,

A life, all on shown before me, of me.

A pleasant reminder,

Remembering the times.

Out In The Sun

Out in the sun,

Warmth on my skin,

Light all around,

A cool drink in hand.

The warm summer sun,

All good, all content.

Outside and living life,

Using the summer sun,

The endless warmth.

The cool breeze.

That summer sun and all it provides,

Out in the sun.

Another day, another time.

Another warm day out in the sun.

From the day’s sun till the dead of night.

Out in the warm summer sun.

Reminder Of Me

A reminder of me,

Who I used to be,

Free eternal, unbound and unchained.

Free-thinking, a spirit in good health.

Loving life for the friends who’ve touched me,

Those who unknowingly saved me.

To those I would do the same.

To save, to walk the ends of the earth for,

Those kind few, who reminded me of me,

Me of who I was,

Me of the worth of living.

The escape from a horrid past,

The needless pain,

To those who confirmed,

Who backed,

Those who supported.

I hold you dear.

Dear to my soul.

Dear to my being.

Those who reminded me of who I am and who I need to be, should be, will be.

Found Direction

Found this direction, a path to follow,

Uncertainty alleviated, yet not in totality,

But enough to move on,

Grasp the day,

Make it mine.

Make it bright.

Clear a path through the brush,

Light a way through the smoke.

Taken a day at a time,

Turning the day mine.

Forging a home.

Finding a life of my own.

Finding a space to claim,

A stake to place.

Finding the place to claim for my own.

Future

The poem about the future for yesterday.

 

The future,

An endless, intricate complex web,

The pull of a thread, the change of the whole.

Intricate detail,

Unforseen until permanent,

Enshrined in total clouds of uncertainty,

Clouds of shrounded change

Until solidified.

The future holds great change.

Both good and bad,

Through this ongoing march into the future,

What choices will be made?

What paths taken?

What choices stuck to,

It will be full of happiness, regret, mistakes, love, health and happiness.

All together in a soup of complete intricacy.

A soup of…

The future.

Waiting For Your Call

Waiting for your call,

Hoping,

Happiness there in present,

Hoping,

Waiting for your call.

It may never come.

But I’ll be waiting, hoping.

I’m sorry, but this is me.

My care. My hope.

Don’t you worry, you don’t need to call.

You don’t need to worry,

Don’t need to force a call.

Just do what you have to do.

And I will do mine.

Just waiting, for your call.

Hoping it’s not in vain.

Knowing you would never hurt me,

Always caring.

I just am hoping for a call.

That may come. Or may never come.

The hope gives me something.

A happiness in waiting,

Intense feelings when fulfilled.

A reminiscent happiness that lingers after.

Knowing you are good.

Knowing you are kind.

There is this happiness in the world.

I am fine.

I will.

I am.

Waiting for your call, that may never come.

But I go on waiting, in happiness, in hope.

To hear.

That call.

Exhilaration

That rushed feeling,

Intense happiness.

All going well, all is good.

The upbeat song,

The flexing of my mind’s happiness.

Able to lift any crushing weight.

Able to throw down any opposition.

The light that the darkness can’t touch.

The strain cannot overcome.

The rush and exhilaration throwing me off balance.

Running down the hill of life.

Grinning such a smile of glee and excitement.

Living life to the fullest.

Batting aside any opposition.

Happiness.

Success.

Exhilaration.

Giddy In Love

The sweet taste of your words,

The warmth of your care, how I want to hold you close,

Make you feel valued when alone,

Feel wanted when hurt.

The feeling of running around on the spot, energised by a quick word.

Wanting to laugh and cry-happy from the slight glance.

Questions into your life, a welcome sign of care.

One which you play in your mind over and over and over.

The beauty to be seen,

Kindness felt,

Warmth shared.

I.

Am giddy in love.

This glee, is but part of the whole story.