Writing the pain away

A project where I challenge myself to write a poem a day and post it. A method to combat my depression and anxiety.

[poetinthetallgrass]

66: A shore of emotion

The light is fading.

A slight chill caresses my back.

A reminder of my present whilst I think of my past.

Bitter sweet nostalgia running through my mind.

Romantise, romantise, romantise.

Ponder my future and repeat.

[poetinthetallgrass]

65: Heaven knows...

Still at this horrible point.

One of regret, pain and negatives.

A place that makes it hard to live.

As grey as the bridge across my town.

I’m finding it hard not to frown.

These days work brings me down.

I feel trapped in a web of despair.

I know people care.

Each time I fall down it gets harder to rise once more.

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[poetinthetallgrass]

64: Stagnation

There are no puddles without rain.

No action and the ground remains the same.

If I don’t want to go down this path.

I’m the only one that can change it.

[poetinthetallgrass]

63: Predicament

Currently floating in a sea of regret and despair.

Desperate to find something new, I need repair.

The week is a fight, the week is a struggle.

How did I find myself in this hellhole?

[poetinthetallgrass]

62: The path down the river

The waters becoming murky.

Where does the leaf go?

Flow, I implore you.

Don’t get caught on a stick.

People can bring you down,

Make you sick.

Be green, be strong.

People are often wrong.

[poetinthetallgrass]

61: Sinking feeling

Staring into the sink.

Another sign of overthink.

Why be so cruel to myself?

I hurt inside and out.

My stomach in knots and sore.

It cries I can’t take this anymore.

I need to break free from this madness.

It’s hard when I let myself fall into sadness.

[poetinthetallgrass]

60: Ancient Water

Simple pleasures are always there.

Parks, rivers and the sea.

You have to set yourself free.

Cut the ties of hardship placed around you waist.

Please help yourself for goodness sake

[poetinthetallgrass]

59: Thoughts.

Too much thought can be toxic. 

Swill it around the beaker of your mind.

You will be distraught in no time.

Clear your head. 

Make your bed. 

Grab a book and have some rest. 

A clean mind is what’s best.

Take it slow,

See your friends,

You just don’t know what’s around the bend.

[poetinthetallgrass]

58: Orange Soul

Too much thought is bad for the soul. 

Take the world piece by piece. 

You’ll choke if you swallow it whole. 

Always seek to build, not to destroy. 

Be a stronger you, better placed to face what comes your way. 

When thing gets tough, it’s easy to sway. 

It takes strength to face the day.

[poetinthetallgrass]

57: Spider Recovery.

A spider grew a new leg today. 

One to help it run wild and free. 

It can spin its silk once more.

A web of possibility and hope. 

A sign of recovery and a feel good tale. 

For the young spider can now escape the hale. 

Moments to celebrate and rejoice. 

Even insects can provide a voice.

[poetinthetallgrass]

56: Grey sailing

The waves caress the shore. 

Water fizzing it’s way through the stones. 

Sounds of nature ease the pain in my bones

But can the sun cure the pain in my pores? 

I am running kinda low these days. 

No sparkle, no smile on my face.

Just a depressive glaze. 

My hearts in the future. 

A smile and sparkle could return.

There are better days to come. 

[poetinthetallgrass]

55: The Ivy around my chest

I’m back.

But not the same as when I left. 

There’s a burning within me that scares me. 

My chest like a tree trunk covered in Ivy. 

It constricts around me, I struggle to breathe. 

All I want is the pain to ease. 

All of a sudden my body was in a cage. 

A prisoner to my mind. 

No sight of a key. 

The Ivy will eventually loosen.

But the marks will remain. 

You must rejoice, a reminder, you can beat the pain. 

The key to freedom is within yourself,

you can break the chain.

[poetinthetallgrass]

54: So many leaves

Daisies decorate the grass on this sunny day.

A gentle breeze flows through the trees.

A rare blue sky.

One that brings colour to an eye.

A constant puzzle that may not ever be solved.

Best to keep picking up the pieces.

Find the best fit that you can.

Stay as strong steel.

Because the path gets tough sometimes.

A few bumps and a graze or two.

Be fair, positive and true.

[poetinthetallgrass]

53: The Cage

I’m inside a cage that people can’t see. 

All I want is to break free.

The key I once had, gone. 

Oh I how long for the key to return. 

I feel the pressure of time, tick tock. 

Perhaps I should adjust the lock. 

[thegoodvybe]

[poetinthetallgrass]

52: In the Prism

I have fallen into a prism of sadness.

What I would give to breakout from this madness.

I need something new and fulfilling.

I want hope and meaning.