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In the winter of
My darkest sadness
A candle glows,
Tiny and so far away.
It gives the darkness
A focal point and I
Struggle my way towards it.

Another candle lights my way.
I don’t know where it came from
But it makes a fearful journey
So much easier to manage,
And I eventually will dance
On thistledown to
The music of the Skylarks
In a sun-filled, cloudless sky.
  ljm
Working to chase the blues away.
Some parts of your journey
Are only temporary
And maybe, this is one of them.

It teaches you a lesson
About losing, accepting
And at last, letting go.

It might feel heavy and dark
Yet that's where the light begins to seep in,
Slowly bringing you back home
To yourself.
Well, such is life. Imperfect, yet ours.
A lonely heart,
in a lonely world,
is always in search of
an oasis of love.
Life is full of empty words
You meet them everyday
Real sentiments are often missing
Despite what their owners say;

Condolences and compliments
Are often voiced with falseness
Just made to follow the norm
Of courtesy and correctness;

Better to prefer the silence
Of genuine heart-felt feelings
Than empty words of shallowness
Forgotten after a few meetings
It will never return
Every single day a wish sets sail
But nothing ever floats back
The constant churn of the tide
Is a clockwork peril
A nomadic timekeeper
Telling us over and over
And over again
The time has come
To look elsewhere
Inspired by Barbara R Maxwell's poem "The Ocean":
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5062223/the-ocean/
staring into space
searching your mind

waiting on the words
to travel onwards

seconded in solitude
embraced in silence
If I loved you anymore,
my heart would swell
and turn into a circle.

And judging by the way
you make me feel,
it's only a matter of time,
and I really don't mind.
Can't take full credit for this one, but I just couldn't resist sharing.
My heart is a circle, because of a special someone.
I can feel the rough rope
Gently caressing my neck
Embracing it like an old friend
I'm not afraid, I'm just tired
So very tired of everything

So I take a deep breath, 1, 2, 3...
And in a passionless swift move
I kick the bench under my feet
Dance in the air for a little while
Until I finally find my peace
Note 1: this poem was reported and taken out of HP. After a review, it went back on (gladly Eliot York has more sense than the one who flagged it).
Note 2: if you're having this kind of thoughts, please, talk about it. Seek help!
Original note: Another nightmare I had last week. Woke up sweating and frantically kicking the air.
It's not like suicide is a new thing to me - I attempted it when I was 15... but I haven't had suicidal thoughts in many years. And that's as scary as it gets. I don't wanna give in to them.
a few marks left in the dust
a song that may carry on the wind

a voice free of delusion
the final oasis reached

awesome truth
face to face with God
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