Rhuminating thoughts always on end.
Not a moment they stop.
A mouse on a ferris wheel is what I imagine it would be.
No, not me.
It took time in rehab to learn the truth.
Months were silent till I broke through.
Anxiety, depression. No, not me.
The weight of the world would soon lift from my shoulders, my chest. I would breathe again. I would take walks, days in the park.
Express my free side once and for all.
Still it took time. Once again in rehab I'd go.
No, not me. Didn't now where to go till one day. The Lord took my hand, guide me where I belong. There is so much life to live. Picking up the pieces, moving along.
I no longer doubt. My mind begins to clear. I'll always know no is alone.
Shellie Palmer
To your recent comments Samantha, Realistic Poetry, febpotutan31. The main reason I write is to have a real, honest, raw connection with people. I believe reaching down to bring something out that may be troubling me may help someone else in return. It's all in what I write. If it doesn't move me it won't move someone else.
what a beautiful craft! This could inspire people. :)
This is so powerful, Shellie, and we thank you for sharing such an expressive poem with the community! Reflective, and very honest!
Never alone ladyreck67
Yes, Samantha. This poem was written as a reminder of this past year I spent finding my way back into life, and coming out after the diagnosis living with mental illness. High functioning anxiety and depression. A meaningful purpose came from it all.
We are never alone. Father is always with us. Peace.
No your never alone..if this is about you, I admire your strength