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I feel like I’m going backwards
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Tiffany
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I didn’t know how else to write how I was feeling so I put it in a poem.
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Lee__R
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Thank you for sharing @Tiffany ... thank you for putting your feelings into a poem.
Did it help? Why do you think you are going backwards?
gottgetbtr
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@Tiffany thank you for sharing also. I enjoyed reading your poem. I believe I also read your poems on a post a while back.
Do you write poems often? Do you find it helps?
Tiffany
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@Lee__R
I do find writing to help. I had made my self sick on Sunday night and I haven’t been eating and have been working out at night so I don’t eat or make myself sick. Emotionally I have been feeling down more then I have been again.
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Tiffany
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@gottgetbtr
I don’t find writing poems to help when I can’t find the words to use to speak
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Tiffany
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@gottgetbtr
I’m sorry I ment it does help.
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Lee__R
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@Tiffany I am sorry to hear that.... does working out help? It seems to help a lot of people from my experience.
Tiffany
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@Lee__R
It does help to relax me and I am able to fall asleep quicker.
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Tiffany
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In Silent Fear:
The silence of unspoken words,
Screams aloud for liberation from the demons of darkness.
But not one can hear the howls through the wind.
For this fearsome creature wraps it’s cunning bear hands over her dry baby lips.
It poisons her spirit, as she fights for peace.
In hope of a hero; all sort of comfort bleeds away,
As pieces of her vanishes to ashes.
She screams to breath; as she drowns under the tempestuous sea.
She stares at the remains of her soul that lays there like a puppet,
as it’s being sold to Hades.
Standing in fear,
She watches the monster take her away as it swallows into the abyss.
She prays for it to be a dream, but she knows the truth=
She’s a prisoner within her own body.