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Wretched

I wish

Truth

Wasn’t such an allergen.

 

That people didn’t shy from honesty

Like a flame edged sword.

 

I wish

Love

Was given in equal measure.

 

Not plucked from one

And doted on the favorite.

 

I wish

I wasn’t smiling

While my heart

My whole being

Cries

 

The most

Sorrowful

Sobs

Of loneliness

 

Of absolute

Mystified

Bewilderment

 

At how so much

Hate

Is slipped between

Our love

Like so much unimportance

 

We are killing each other

One apathetic gesture at a time.

 

Uncaring

Dishonest

Unloving

 

I pray for something

More

Something

Real

 

And hope

With teeth clenched

Eyes squeezed shut

Hands of my heart, wringing

Like an innocent maiden

From long ago

Before everything was cheap

 

While I smile

A hollow smile

That we both know

Is fake.

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

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How a Doctor Explained Bipolar vs. Normal People To Me

 

You know what I would love?

If, as a society – as HUMAN BEINGS – we stopped putting “versus” in between different kinds of people.

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Time

Time passes in an odd way.

We think we’ve got everything figured out and then it all crumbles under the weight of quick breaths, strangled emotions, and not enough…. wait…

I think we’ve got it backward. Jumbled. Mixed up. We’re desperately grasping for threads as we sit upon a bed of yarn.

Time isn’t moments ticking by.

Time is patient. It is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. It breathes deep. Caresses the mourning with pain and love too poignant to articulate. Welcomes the sunrise and stands in awe of the majesty of the forest and brooks and antlers brushing against the leaves, lifting tawny head to the rays blossoming into the sky. It sighs as we rush, hurry, think ourselves into disarray and hectic misery.

Time understands that we cannot force anything, anyone.

Holds our hand as we bite our lip and hold the tears in. Smiles against our eyelashes as we all but burst with the succulent blooming of spend your life with me.

Time imbues our veins with the thrill of success, passion that ignites drive, and the simple ecstasy of a life being lived in the right direction.

Learning from the past. Planning for the future. Dreaming. Hoping. Yearning. Yet time is ever aware. Here. Now. Breathing in. Breathing out. Waiting is not a pause. Though sometimes we need both.

Time rejoices at the birth of all life, ideas, love. Sorrows at the loss, the end, the dying. Comforts, revitalizes through the rebirth.

Time is whatever we make of it. Quite literally. Paradoxically, we can never change time. Never go back. Redo. We can start again, fresh.

Time is joy. Time is loss. Time is depth and scratching the surface. Waiting through the pain until we feel we might go mad from atrophy, the dismal slide into entropy. Running in the rain, splashing through the built-up water in the cavities of life until our socks are soaked and our laughter and tears mix in a bursting of something our chest cannot hold. Time is happily not knowing what lurks around the corner. Fear of possible pain. Fear that tomorrow will be precisely as today is.

Time is hope. There is always enough. It is we who must wait. Time cannot.

 

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Serenity

Serenity is a hard commodity to come by.

Even harder to hold onto.

Tragedy, loss, pain, affliction, confusion, chaos… these things happen in life. They are part of life.

This does not mean we cannot have and hold onto serenity. Peace. An assurance that I am okay, I have what I need, and a Higher Power will provide for me. I have loved ones. I have myself. I have hope.

 

I read a quote. I don’t know where it came from.

It reads:

“You’ve seen better days, but you’ve also seen worse. You might not have everything you want, but you have everything you need. You woke up with some aches and pains, but you woke up. Your life may not be perfect, but you sure are blessed. Life is a beautiful thing.”

 

You woke up with aches and pains. Whether emotional or physical or both.

But

You

Woke

Up

 

Isn’t that the point?

We woke up.

We’re given another chance.

Another day filled with options, opportunities, challenges to be overcome, pain to be felt and learned from, love to feel and spread, beauty to experience.

We have another chance to do it right.

 

We woke up.

 

I love the serenity prayer.

Speaking to our Higher Power, whatever or whoever we believe and however we believe, we ask:

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change

Courage to change the things I can

And wisdom to know the difference…

 

I cannot change and/or control people, places, things, situations.

I can change me. What I feel. What I do with what I feel. What I think. What I do with what I think. What steps I make to move forward with my own health and life. I can do this with dignity and respect to and for all, including myself always.

We all have that option. Though it might not always be an easy one. It is a good one to strive for. To practice. To decide it is important and worthy, as are we.

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I Wish (2)

I wish

I could

Reach into

Your chest

 

Hold

Your heart

 

And breathe

Life

Into your

Skin

 

I wish

We

Revered

Hope

Instead of

Money

 

Love

Instead of

Power

 

I wish

My tongue

Told

Stories

With

Answers

Instead of

Questions

 

If I

Used

The

Whispers

Inside

Instead…

 

But I

Don’t

 

I wish

My soul

Grew

Wiser

Quicker

 

I wish

My eyes

Saw more

Than my

Gut

 

Or

At the

Very

Least

 

I wish

I

Listened

 

I wish

I knew

How to

Breathe

Without

Hurting

 

I wish

We all

Spoke

Truth

 

That my

Truth

Didn’t

Cause

More

Pain

 

I wish

I knew

What to

Do with

This

Anger

Inside

 

How to

Part

With

This

Anxiety

This

Doubt

 

The

Silent

One

Assaulting

Us all

Slithering

Through

Our veins

Is

Doubt

Fear

 

I wish

Eloquence

Dripped

From

My lips

Like the

Honey

From

So many

 

That messy

Wasn’t

How I

Learned

 

That

Suffering

Didn’t

Terrify

Me so

 

I wish

My heart

Beat

Spoke

Words

Into my

Mind

 

So I

Could

Understand

How I’d

Hurt it

 

So I

Could

Never

Forget…

 

But I

Cannot

Remember

 

I wish

Sometimes

So deeply

That I

Forget

It’s a wish

 

And then

I forget

It’s there

At all

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

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Missing

Life is different than I thought.

It sits somewhere in peace.

Without pain, without numbness, without joy.

And weeps.

 

Or is that love?

Are they the same; life and love?

Is that what this world is missing…

love and life being one

The purpose

The meaning

True Aliveness

being love

real love

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

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Do Something Thankful

I love Thanksgiving.

It’s a beautiful time of year. People are focusing on what they’re grateful for. Who they’re thankful for. Looking at their life and illuminating all they take for granted.

It ties for first place with Halloween for me.

If you know me, that’s saying something big.

 

 

This Thanksgiving I’d like to challenge you to find someone to do something loving for. Pick one person. Pick twenty people and/or animals! And be genuine.

Do something kind. It doesn’t need to be anything big. Only honest and meaningful.

 

I checked it out on Snopes, and this is a real deal.

There’s this boy who loves Christmas and probably won’t live to see it this year. His name is Jacob and he also loves penguins. His family has asked for Christmas cards.

 

Here is his address:

Jacob Thompson

C/O Maine Medical Center

22 Bramhall St

Portland, ME 04102

 

For an original post, go here:  http://www.wlky.com/article/cancer-patient-cards-last-christmas/13144608

For the Snopes post, go here: https://www.snopes.com/2017/11/08/jacob-thompson-xmas-cards/

 

 

Anywho, send him some love. What a beautiful smile he has.

What a genuine request.

I am thankful for amazing people like Jacob who know they’re about to die and still smile for real. Still find joy in little things.

This post is for Jacob and all the beautiful souls like him.

 

If you have any great causes, big or small, comment below. We can all share the love. 🙂

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