Prescriptions

I take a sip of water and hold it in my mouth.I can feel the liquid swirling in anticipation."We might have some relief," my body sings. Lips close, then pucker forward.I pop one two three four five sixdifferent tablets into my mouththrough the o-shaped gap I make. Like forcing squares into circles, they never seem…

Journal #6 Hear me Roar (quietly)

I have been quiet. This has been part intent and part descent. I apologise. My comeback should come soon but for now, I need to rest this weary head. In 2021 I finally got a name to apply to my pain but from that point, I have spiralled; I have been elated; relieved; deceived. My…

the struggle

Mirtazapine.Amitriptyline. Take it. Don’t fake it.Wash it down. Look! You can smile now. Cheek to cheek. Ear to ear.It’s a hard knock life. I should disappear.But am I even seen now? Scream at the top of my lungs.I can feel it -I'm burning out.

I used to write stories

I used to write stories.I used to relish in literature; crafting worlds and bringing kingdoms to their knees. I used to write about monsters; magic; queens. But the love of the stories I was creating flatlined. I felt abandoned by myself. Why had my mind thrown them aside? They were a lifeline. I needed them…

stagnation

Stifled, I find myself writing only in snippets.Crafting singular, heart-wrenching, yet candid images.I was poised to express, but I express less than I planned.Pen to paper. Fingers to keys. Words simply fail me.My own mind annihilates my own advice. I contemplate on how I intended writing as a kind of self-therapyand yet, when needed now…

Endometriosis

EndlessNauseatingDebilitatingOperationsMedicationsEatingTreatingRavagedIllnessOmnipresentSufferingImbalancedSelf-destruction

Flare Up

Poke, prod, push.Clench, crunch, clutch.Gasp, gag, grab.Suck, sting, stab.Burn, bruise, bend.Trouble, torture, tend.321Start again.

RE-BLOG: The Tennessee Poet – In Memory of Walt Page #poetry #NaPoWriMo

For those of you who may not have heard the news. . .
Rest in peace, Walt.

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

Friends…for those of you who may not know, we lost a very dear friend in our poetry/WordPress community.  Those of us who had the privilege of knowing Walt Page, will always remember him as a kind and passionate man.  Walt passed away in March of this year.  Please keep his wife and sons in your prayers as well as his furry buddies, of which he had many.

A man full of heart
From the land of Tennessee
Words flowed from his pen
Explaining life, to a tee

Love for his wife,
His pups and his home
Around his land, his pride
Each day he would roam

We’d laugh over things
Our talks, I’ll never forget
That I didn’t get to say goodbye
Will always be my regret

I called him Sir Walt
And to him, I, Lady D
A knight in shining armor
To me, he’ll always be

So, thanks…

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diagnoses

I was diagnosed, barely into secondary school, as clinically depressed. A diagnosis which I have carried on my shoulders ever since.But I am still here, so I guess it didn’t win yet? I was diagnosed, more-or-less the same time as above, with dysmenorrhea.*A diagnosis which I was told to get on and live with because…

Scorched & Scorned

Abolish my lungs and then send me to sleep. You can do what you want. I won’t feel a thing.Grind my bones into dust to make your own bread.Take all that you can until nothing else is left. My mind is a heaven only I see.My soul aches to fly; it calls to be free.  My…