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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Painting by Emily Hume (my daughter) [img] http://sn137w.snt137.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=1&messageId=29f7c60d-fe8a-11e0-b5cf-00215ad80bae&Aux=14|0|8CE60AE15678360||0|0|0|0||&maxwidth=220&maxheight=160&size =Att[/img] A poem about my daughters recent bout with depression. ************************************************** Wednesdays Child Only innermost, there is solitude Though sometimes Wednesdays child Hums there- a sad contented waif That waits, an on occasion call; * It screams for fears attention- Sings dark and sad, in stanzas That shadow out the light; Songs, with sad emotion lines, Stirring black compounded sounds Into white love-rhythms, of incidents, That make our sad thoughts Hard to overcome...though wait! (You knew there'd be a but!) * An ever present savior sails for us Our bloodstream, dropping Flower petals in the murk Since the moment of our birth. * Alone-something unfamiliar Fills sense moments- Scratching them with claws of fear; There are poison gasses in the cosmos Tactful, swirling redandpurple-blurring Out All new impressions- Discoveries and astonishments * From your dim-lit mind room- Unwelcomed, that presence topples, Taking by force everything you trust; You fall by its weight, unbalanced Its ugly foot, a constant pressure On the chambers of your heart; Its crooked hand tries hard to rip The treasures from your heaving chest. * This transition from the norm Appears too much; There is a struggle But you cannot raise-up. Time slows, and spins logic Out of syncopation; You try to stand, But the vestibule Of self reliant-thought is blocked ; Safe havens have-been blown away By cold, fierce winds That chill all warm familiars, Freezing solid, hope, and trust. * The clock runs erratic-skips, Hours and minutes slip Past a broken second hand Rounding the dial, Having the presence Of a wheel on a broken car That dropped you off Where it felt...(another but) * The future entered at your birth, With smiles and frowns stored up For all occasions-- A long staying guest; but The soul demands, and will not stand For lack of movement towards transform. * So Sit quiet, dear, woe Can only be Dissolved, Deluted, by quiet. Sate- breathe deep, Let the fluid present enter Hold hands with Tuesdays grace, That sits besides Sad-Wednesday , though it seems These times, the fairer child Has left its within place. * It will lullaby your chaos With tradition in its song- Dance with you, along the road That's cobbled rough, and hard But wends through bare foot Comfort lands, Towards kinder, gentle fate. [This message has been edited by ice (10-24-2011 08:15 PM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The "presence" is the key, yes, indeed. Took me a long time to understand its value, now I accept and respect it. Depression. A kicker that not only kicks, but stomps. As I read your words before the poem began she has worked her way out of the bad thing she found herself in. Good. ~* If they give you lined paper, write the other way. ~*~ |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
First of all... she is so lucky to have you and your understanding. Medication can help in so many ways, but love is all that can breach the isolation. Second... whatever day I entered the world, I know this path... and you've written it so very well. Third... heart hugs to you and your daughter. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Your insight is spot on and your choice of words is amazing. Seems only a father could possibly know the depths of his childs despair. This was written with great care and truly a poignant piece of poetry. I applaud you!!! This verse really grabbed me~ Alone-something unfamiliar Fills sense moments- Scratching them with claws of fear; There are poison gasses in the cosmos Tactful, swirling redandpurple-blurring Out All new impressions- Discoveries and astonishments * |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You are so blessed with understanding...What a gift that is and you are. Depression is hard enough without your loved ones having a clue what it is like. Bless your heart.  Lori |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I so ache for any Wednesday's child... it is so very personal, this poem. Thank you, Ford, for your reaching out and never letting go. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Ford, this is a very beautiful, sensitive, compassionate poem. I am so glad that your daughter has you to care and understand her and be understanding to her. I hope you have given her a copy of this poem. I have never been afflicted with depression - now and then panic, anxiety and sadness, yes, but not depression - but I feel closer to understanding it having read your poem. I hope she is feeling much better now and that she is on the brink of happiness. Owl [This message has been edited by OwlSA (10-24-2011 04:57 PM).] |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I am overwhelmed by these replies..Time does not allow for elaboration on individual thoughts this morning..Rest assured, my dear friends...the replies have welled a tear.. Come read to me some poem, |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
I must agree with Lori, and Suthern. You were strong enough to recognize your daughter's need for you. You are there for her. That floods the situation with love, and love conquers all. A good motto: "Omnia vincit Amor" God Bless! JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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