Whisper

23 Jun

You speak soft words into the wind in of dreams.

I hear the sweet melodies of the peace it brings.

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The breeze enfolds me, Touches me lightly,

Through flowering meadows, I run freely.

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I come alive once more, 

Nothing can break me.

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Whisper, darling.

Whisper it to me.

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I had to sit down and think a little for this one.
What do you think? I would love to know.

Much love,
V.

Focus

17 Jun

Dear reader,

Sorry I’ve been away for so long. I’ve been dealing with life internally and externally. But I’m back and it feels good.

Often times when I feel overwhelmed by life and its many splendid & not so splendid things, I tend to need to remind myself to breathe.

So to those of you out there who are a little like me, this one’s for you.

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Focus.

On your lungs, On the air,

Do not get swallowed by despair.

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Focus.

You got this. You’ll make it through.

Each day is a beginning, so start anew.

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Focus.

Your mind, body and soul,

It is you and no one else in control.

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Focus.

One step, Two steps,

Just keep on walking,

It’s in yourself, that you need to keep trusting.

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Much Love,

O.V

Plagued

6 Feb

I hear the noises,

The grunts, growls,

The mumbles that pierce the thick silence of night.

 

I see her wrapped tightly in her blanket,

Body curved into a fetal position,

Hiding, protecting herself from the nightmares 

that plagued her dreams.

 

There are bouts of silence,

Little moments of rest before once again,

she fights the demons in her head.

Demons that haunt from the past, reminding, recreating.

 

I wish I could gather the darkness and pulverize it.

I wish I could pick up fistfuls of

those damn nightmares and throw them away.

 

I wish I could summon a breeze to

blow them away into the night sky,

Never to be seen again.

 

I wish I could heal her pain,

So she could sleep in peace, her mind sane.

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Thanks for reading,
Much Love,
– V.

Conundrum #2

5 Feb

It’s like the ex you keep returning to,

Knowing it’ll only hurt you,

Yet round and round the cycle goes,

Keeping you dancing on frostbitten toes.

Why you choose to forget,

And believe that people’s attitudes can be reset,

Why you choose to remember the good,

And cause yourself pain wishing you understood,

Only God knows.

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Thanks for reading,
Much Love,
– V.

Conundrum #1

4 Feb

Do you see the conundrum I’m in?

Always on the outside looking in.

Silently waiting,

Well practiced at pretending.

 

I wait, I look,

Hand on the glass window,

Joy masking sorrow.

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Thanks for reading,
Much Love,
– V.

Scratches

1 Feb

It comes, It haunts,

It teases, It taunts,

It boils to the top,

It raises me up,

My hands stop short,

My body screams “stop”.

I need to scratch,

I need to feel pain,

No I’m not numb,

I’m just going insane,

The relief lasts only for a fragment of a second,

The pain is just a small distraction,

Of thoughts running wild with no direction.

Thanks for reading,
Much Love,
– V

Jump

29 Jan

I stood there today.

On the balcony, the wind blowing in my face.

And I thought about it.

What if I jumped?

I didn’t want to. Wasn’t going to. 

I just thought about it.

 

I thought about what the view would be like as I fell.

I thought about the wind in my head.

Would it be painful? Would it be quick?

Would it be loud? I suppose it would be.

What would the reaction of the person who found me be?

 

Then I thought about my mother.

How her heart would be crushed if she came back,

and found me gone. If she looked down,

7 floors and saw me laying there on the metal roof,

Blood probably splattered everywhere.

Would I be gasping for air as my life slowly drifted away?

 

Would it be over then? Will there be silence?

Or would I be damning myself to hell.

An eternity of pain. For one moment of numbness.

What a thought. I know, it sounds scary.

The fact that I thought about it,

And the fact that I’m writing this scares me.

Am I depressed? What is this dark numbness?

 

But it was only a thought.

A drifting question, A silent notion,

Carried away with the wind as I stepped back into my hall.

I’m alright. It was only a thought.

A silent, scary thought that crossed my mind,

As I stood there today.

 

Thanks for reading,
– V