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Sledgehammer
Therapy is like hitting a boulder with a sledgehammer. Week after week the progress is so miniscule the human eye can barely register the change. I feel it. I feel it in my endurance, my body, my mind, and soul. Little slivers ricochet into the distance. I keep going. Occasionally a chunk slides off, it feels sudden and unexpected. In reality, every whack of the hammer for as long as I’ve been…
Unraveling
I am unraveling. What words come next, I am not sure Pieces of me unwinding Pooling on the floor “I’m good, still hanging in, Yup, everything is going okay” I long to lay in bed eternally- Just slowly rot away I need to “take it easy” The idea makes me laugh How can I take it easy, watching my house of cards collapse? My anxiety is overwhelming I’m coming undone with each…
If you stay
I want you to believe it will be okay, It is not always darkness There are pieces of light Time filled with joy There can be more good days than bad There are therapists, programs, support groups, meds To help silence that inner voice- The one that lies about your worth, Telling you the burden of your existence could be solved Effortlessly, without almost any notice Your…
Ordinary Joy
Some days I look around me I ignore the chaos, clutter, and pet hair And my heart is full of joy Everyone is home together Cooking out Chilling in the therapy tent Watching the Office or Gravity Falls (Again) And I’m full of contentment Danielle is spilling tea Ray is aggravating everyone Pammy is detailing daycare body fluid trauma And I think, this is mine This is my life We…
Anxiety Poem
My anxiety is running rampant My thoughts stuck in a loop Sobbing over everything and nothing It’s barely half past noon I cannot slow this panic down I’m caught in it’s undertow My brain is trying to fight it My body just goes with the rapid-like flow My stomach is turning Tears pour from my eyes My skin feels too tight Intrusive thoughts try to slip inside There’s a roaring in my…
2:30 AM Thoughts
Late at night the thoughts creep in The darkness allows them trespass My eyes blink open, sleep interrupted My brain awakens, jolted Instantaneously in a panic My body yearns for rest I am trapped, exhausted As my deepest fears, my insecurities Run amok in my head I lie there miserable A prisoner, in my mind In my bed. -Nicole Smith, Momoetry
Mental Health Awareness Month
Last month I managed a poem everyday for #NationalPoetryMonth. This month is #MentalHealthAwareness month and I have been MIA. My therapist, after 6 years with her, decided to take a sabbatical, rebrand, and revamp her practice into something new. She also cut me loose. I understand and celebrate her doing new things, yet part of me is heartbroken. Amy is an amazing therapist. She leads you to…
Popping Off Positivity
I’m learning to protect myself from projections Don’t be bitter over my joy I fought and clawed my way out of the dark To have a moment, smiling in the sunlight The warmth on my skin is everything I observe the disdain, your thinly veiled dislike I refuse to shrink, to dull my sparkle I observe without absorbing your negativity I protect myself from projections While popping off nonsense…
Grieving
I held you in my arms I vowed to keep you safe The fates had other plans They took you from this place My heart is shattered Never to be repaired How do I keep going With you no longer here? How do I function? How do I get through the day? I wish we could trade places I’d do anything for you to stay The grief is all consuming I no longer sleep at night You were my baby…
Audacity, an acrostic
Always argumentative, abusive Unevolved Damaged, delusional Abrasive, acrimonious, accusatory Cowardly, contemptuous, condescending Ignorant Tedious, tiresome, temperamental Yapping or yowling. Audacity -Nicole Smith, Momoetry What if when I make a mean poem if I just posted the person’s picture that inspired it? Talk about blowing stuff sky high. LOL. I would never. But, if you…
Micro Poetry Monday: Exhausted
my brain is drowsy can’t figure out anything synapses slowly fire -Nicole Smith, Momoetry
Wisdom Wasted
The wisdom possessed by grown women Is a weight we earn from life experience It cannot be passed on gently We struggle with trying to guide the next generation To prevent them from repeating patterns that caused us pain To be young and know what we know now! They know everything, They cannot fathom the vast amount of things That they don’t know We want to warn them, Like the ancestral…
Unmasked Monster
Quietly controlling Anger saved for at home A grenade with a loose pin Never a forewarning of detonation Kept in a constant state of vigilance Waiting for the next explosion Walking on egg shells Until you cracked completely Others finally seen Through the carefully crafted Hologram of our life When the monster lost his mask Instead of bending or breaking Or cowering in fear My…
Let my hope grow
Hope finds a way to grow In the most adverse of conditions Without sunlight or water It finds a way to sprout- Unsure, uncertain Daring to exist After repeated disappointment It pokes through- Searching for nourishment Hoping This time, (this time here!) This is the time it grows stronger It blooms, feels the sun Unlike the other times, All of the terrible-gutwrenching…
Disconnect
The things we don’t say Builds a wall between us Every truth not shared Obscures our view bit by bit Using the day to day To avoid deep discussions We carry on Both of us ignoring The disconnect It’s easier to pretend to be too busy Than to unpack our discontent We will reach for sledgehammers When we have a bit more time, There will always be more, right? -Nicole Smith,…
If it even happened...
“If it even happened.” Your nuclear family, Wearing religious symbols Smiling, piously Greeting us graciously Joyful to cross paths But, those words echo Your crosses shiny and gold An adornment declaring your faith When the dirty truth is cast aside An innocent’s nightmare Brought into the light Shame carried 20 years For fear of reactions like yours Only revealed to protect…
Blanket of bitterness
Her bitterness is a blanket She covers herself in perceived slights Wonders why she is freezing and alone Too old to be concerned with everyone’s opinions Emotionally stunted, easily offended Yet, she is not scared to dish out her own views I sit back quietly, My mouth shut Just because I am not speaking on it, Doesn’t mean I am blind to your bad behavior I am not everyone’s cup of…