Musings of a Messed Up Mind - 7. Always

As always, your poetry captures a moment, a thought, so well. It's the magic of good poetry

I sense light amidst the darkness for the child acknowledges what feels so real could possibly not be. Acknowledging they feel tangible is but the first part of his battle. I look forward to reading about when he grows up and grapples with those dreams.

On 10/04/2015 12:28 AM, Carlos Hazday said:

I sense light amidst the darkness for the child acknowledges what feels so real could possibly not be. Acknowledging they feel tangible is but the first part of his battle. I look forward to reading about when he grows up and grapples with those dreams.

Hi Carlos, he is grown up. Wrote this in hospital this morning.

Thanks for your comments.

tim

On 10/04/2015 12:29 AM, Reader1810 said:

Hey Tim

That is quite a powerful poem.

It says a lot and yet it doesn't answer what we really want to know. But do we want to know? Somewhere inside, the brain is saying yes. I hope it's right.

I'm going root for it being right.

Hi 1810, i dont want to know. I really dont. this dream is recurring for years and now very frequent. ive never written about it before maybe itll help.

thanks for your comments and support

tim

On 10/04/2015 12:19 AM, Bucket1 said:

As always, your poetry captures a moment, a thought, so well. It's the magic of good poetry

Hey Bucket.. thanks dude. It's a moment problem is it happens 3 or 4 times a week now.

thanks for your comments and support

tim

Such a frightening dream. I hope you are better now, and that writing helps you forget the bad stuff.

Gosh, I seem to always want to you after a poem Tim, this is another stunning poem, the way you express the terror of the nightmare so well.

I will always be in awe of your poetry

On 10/04/2015 12:54 AM, AC Benus said:

Such a frightening dream. I hope you are better now, and that writing helps you forget the bad stuff.

Hey AC. I hope so. Guess we'll see. Thanks for your support. I hope the dog forgives me.

tim

On 10/04/2015 12:56 AM, Drew Espinosa said:

Gosh, I seem to always want to you after a poem Tim, this is another stunning poem, the way you express the terror of the nightmare so well.

 

I will always be in awe of your poetry

Hey Drew. I could use the hugs this morning. Wasnt the best of nights. Appreciate your comments and being brave enough to read it.

tim

If that's not a nightmare, then it's evermore frightening than I thought. You succeeded in getting my heart to race, and my empathy to move. How to not think of a thing you know is there? Drew is right, sometimes a hug not only distracts, it protects, too. Here, take one, if you need it. (*hug*). I did.

I read this as soon as you'd posted it this morning but I couldn't review it then. My own mind was in turmoil and I felt far more than I wanted to share. Your poetry evokes strong and deeply felt emotions in me, that's the sheer beauty of it, but I often choose not to share much that I feel. I am frightened ... the thought of laying myself bare.

I felt the need to awaken the sleeping you, to hold, soothe, comfort ... to chase away the anguish, the pain. I am distressed by knowing you suffered alone in darkness, fearing phantoms of an awful past determined to infect a bright present and future. I want to make you know you are never alone in the dark there are those that cherish you, you are never foresaken of love and light.

Not so simple words your poetry.

Namaste little brother.

On 10/04/2015 03:44 AM, dughlas said:

I read this as soon as you'd posted it this morning but I couldn't review it then. My own mind was in turmoil and I felt far more than I wanted to share. Your poetry evokes strong and deeply felt emotions in me, that's the sheer beauty of it, but I often choose not to share much that I feel. I am frightened ... the thought of laying myself bare.

 

I felt the need to awaken the sleeping you, to hold, soothe, comfort ... to chase away the anguish, the pain. I am distressed by knowing you suffered alone in darkness, fearing phantoms of an awful past determined to infect a bright present and future. I want to make you know you are never alone in the dark there are those that cherish you, you are never foresaken of love and light.

 

Not so simple words your poetry.

 

Namaste little brother.

oh dugh .. sometimes its just too hard to reply you know? The feelings that come, that there are no words for. You opening yourself up is cherished by me. These dreams haunt and frighten me, I cant see the things that taunt and chase me. I only know I cant let them win.. Though there are times I want to quit, I just find I cannot. Knowing you are out there, loving me, caring, helps me beyond measure.

I cherish your words and your love.

tim

On 10/04/2015 01:44 AM, Parker Owens said:

If that's not a nightmare, then it's evermore frightening than I thought. You succeeded in getting my heart to race, and my empathy to move. How to not think of a thing you know is there? Drew is right, sometimes a hug not only distracts, it protects, too. Here, take one, if you need it. (*hug*). I did.

Hi Parker, its my nightmare as best as i can describe it. It's horrible and I often dread sleep expecially when i know i'll be on my own. Hugs ward off the worst of demons. Thank you.

tim

Jesus, Tim. I picture a little boy who is so frightened, he is on the edge of sanity, bereft of the peace he needs. I know he's not a little boy anymore, but those fears are real, and they rob him of so much he deserves. Easier said than done, but the man has to help the little boy... and then he has to let him go... let him have the same peace the man deserves. I trust that one day I will read about their triumph... maybe words will be the weapon that slays the dragon. Just keep fighting, Tim, just keep fighting... much love and respect for the person you are and the strength you have... Gary... I don't mind you breaking my heart with regularity, as long as I get to read my happy ending....

On 10/04/2015 04:26 AM, Headstall said:

Jesus, Tim. I picture a little boy who is so frightened, he is on the edge of sanity, bereft of the peace he needs. I know he's not a little boy anymore, but those fears are real, and they rob him of so much he deserves. Easier said than done, but the man has to help the little boy... and then he has to let him go... let him have the same peace the man deserves. I trust that one day I will read about their triumph... maybe words will be the weapon that slays the dragon. Just keep fighting, Tim, just keep fighting... much love and respect for the person you are and the strength you have... Gary... I don't mind you breaking my heart with regularity, as long as I get to read my happy ending....

Gary.. i hope the upcoming therapy works. I want it to. 10 years of this is more than enough. I have no desire to quit, though lord knows it's been a bit tempting to end it. But something keeps me fighting. I'd like to write about poem one day about a sunset or moonlight in the sunroom... not dark places and misery. I've tried but it just doesn't work. Not right now anyway. I hope to have that happy ending one day.... tim