Category: Mental Health

NaPoWriMo Day 25

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I was talking with a friend about the issue I’m having with the person from yesterday’s poem. He philosophically observed, “You can’t fix stupid.” This is commonly accepted wisdom, but it got me thinking. This poem came from that. Enjoy!

You Can’t Fix Stupid

“You can’t fix stupid.” so they say,

I tell you that’s not true,

You only need a hammer and,

A spare decade or two.

Some good “percussive maintenance” can,

Repair most anything,

When it comes to stupid though,

You’ll need a hefty swing.

No gentle tap or firmer rap,

Is going to meet your aim,

A solid thump or ten I hear,

Will surely change their game.

That’s why you need the twenty years,

Most just won’t understand,

That is the price that you must pay,

When anger guides your hand.

Just go and play some violent game,

Or watch John Wick again,

To safely vent your anger and,

Clear stupid from your brain.

Cheers,

Day 22

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Today has been a rough day. We all have them, but with my current health issues, I’ve been having more than a few of them lately. That’s what I’ve written about today.

(Another) One Of Those Days

Do you have days when everything,

Feels like it’s going south,

When what you say, comes out all wrong,

Soon as it leaves your mouth.

 

You cannot work, cannot relax,

And food just tastes like straw,

When everything gets on your nerves,

“Til they’re just screaming raw.

 

You try so hard to hold it in,

Tie your guts in a knot,

But everyone who sees you knows,

So pain is all you’ve got.

 

This is my truth, and is my life,

Some days and more of late,

Don’t waste your pity all on me,

Save most for my poor mate.

 

She is the one who pays the price,

For all that I go through,

Yet still she stays and comforts me,

Does all that she can do.

 

When I am curled up in pain,

Can’t face another day,

Her smile brings me courage to,

Get up and find a way.

 

This is that day and I am done,

Give in now to the pain,

I’ll end this verse so I can go,

Cheers,

To hide away again.

NaPoWriMo Day 14

On By WinstonIn Bullying Yourself, Demon's In My Mind, Health, Mental Health, Mental Health is Health, My Chaotic Mind, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, Self Awareness, Sorry for the ChaosLeave a comment

I have suffered all my life from anxiety, stress and anger issues. Over time, I’ve learned to manage them or at least to sort of cope with them. With one thing and another, not so much lately. Today’s post is about those issues and what it’s like living with them from my side.

My Curse in Verse

I would not say I’ve bottomed out,

Just going down quite fast,

Tried so hard staying positive,

That tank’s run dry at last.

No this is not a plea for you,

To help me make it through,

‘Cause honestly there’s bugger all,

That anyone can do.

It’s just how my brain handles things,

Or doesn’t handle life,

It takes the ordinary and,

Creates chaos and strife.

Then my anxiety will spike,

My stress climbs off the chart,

And then the anger, then the guilt,

Then darkness wraps my heart.

Within my head I understand,

All the good things you’d say,

But the blackness in my heart says,

They’re not true anyway.

And there’s the rub, the crux of it,

The fact is it’s all me.

No matter what you say or do,

Sometimes it’s how I’ll be.

I cannot stand this side of me,

And that just makes it worse,

Self-loathing just like gas on flames,

To turbo-charge this curse.

But don’t feel bad that’s not the point,

Of writing out each line,

Just understand ‘til my mask cracks,

I’ll seem completely fine.

Then suddenly out of the blue,

The anger just appears,

All my defenses overwhelmed,

By my unspoken fears.

And then some thing, some tiny straw,

Will break that camel’s back,

My demons locked within set free,

My mind to now attack.

If you see rage and sorrow where,

A smile ought to be,

I promise it would make no sense,

To anyone but me.

Just know it’s me, it’s always me,

Not anything you do,

Wish when my demons torment me,

They didn’t torment you.

Ah, now they’ve wandered off again,

Must be their poker night,

I’ll take the peace and quiet and,

Try to get my head right.

Cheers,