Where this path might take me,
I do not know.
But, the faith I have with me,
Will guide me home.

I saw you again last night
sad eyes, fierce gaze,
Sitting among the silent pews.

You look so broken,
But so beautiful.
Pain is so ethereal on your face,
I wish I could catch it
and wash it away.

I hope you find peace.

When you're trapped inside the pitch black tunnels of you're mine you're scared and lost. You don't know what direction to run, you're surrounded by the terrors of your thoughts. Any positivity that enters is quickly drown out by the deafening cacophony of "You're never going to be good enough"
"You are only wasting your time"
"They never did like you"
All your insecurities and fears suffocate you and you pray that you will eventually see the light and escape.


I just want to feel appreciated, like I'm actually good enough for someone or something. I put everything I have into it and beg but am always left feeling empty and destroyed. I just want something to let me know all my efforts are seen and mean something rather than to just constantly put pushed aside.

The cruelest thing
you did
by far
was make me believe,
for a brief
shining
moment,
that someone
could actually
want me,
and then prove
so conclusively
that
no one
ever
could.

I had the intention
of just calling it quits
giving up on this life of mine
that's shredded to bits
but oh my, I stopped in
here at this HP site
and met a few folks
who helped set things right
--they listened and gave
a few kind words to me
and suddenly I realized
I could set myself free,
that I could stop wallowing
in the dread and the fear
of what my ex had so long
forced me to hear--

Now--

I've blocked out his cruel words
he threw out at me
and instead replaced them
with words from Hello Poetry!
Since coming here
and finding this place,
I'm slowly learning
that this smile on my face
belongs there now
and it matches the one in my heart!

So

thank you, dear friends here
for helping me start
to appreciate the opportunities
I can now explore
and thank you so much
for opening that new door
of hope and possibilities
that are surely waiting for me--
I'll do my best to stay unbound,
to stay forever free!

Depression visits often

He’s the kind of guy
Who doesn’t wipe his
Shoes before entering
And leaves traces of
Himself through out
The house

He keeps to himself
But you can always
Find him washing down
His doubts with cheap wine
Or writing a love poem
That never gets delivered

When it’s time for him
To leave, he usually
Prolongs his goodbyes, but
When all is said and done
He quietly sneaks out
Without me noticing

Even though he’s gone
I leave a key under the door mat
Because I know he will
Be back soon.