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I am a mother
to four beautiful children
I always put them first
I am not my disease

I am hardworking
One job at a time just isn’t enough
I let nothing slow me down
I am not my disease

I am goofy
I like attention
and I do what it takes to get it
I am not my disease

I am high-spirited
I walk with my family and friends by my side
who love me because,
I am not my disease

I am faithful
With God’s love I will never be powerless
He alone is my reassurance that
I am not my disease

I am strong
I will never lose sight of who I am
I may have this disease but,
I am not my disease
 Oct 2016 Moonflower
Elaina
I know you feel
Intelligence flows within
Thanks be unto you
 Oct 2016 Moonflower
ln
what i feel
 Oct 2016 Moonflower
ln
i am alone and it is dark
the light's are switched on and there are two people next to me
one by the name of depression, and anxiety; it's best friend
there is occasionally a third, he calls himself schizophrenia

i am tired and my heart is heavy
there are rocks in my chest and there are pebbles in my throat
i want to take a knife and cut it wide open and rip them out
they are choking me and i forget what it's like to breathe

my mind reaches out to the first thing i know, blades
i can't find any and i panic, what do i do now
do i jump off? do i overdose?
just tell me what i have to do to take this pain away from my heart
please
please
please
just tell me
 Oct 2016 Moonflower
John Cena
i have 10 seconds to write this poem
its not very good
i like wood
I never wanted
To be the girl
Who wanted anything more
Than a friendship
But here I am
Head on the chest
Of nothing less
Than the love
Of my life.
 Oct 2016 Moonflower
sweetrevoirs
You wrote your name in invisible ink,
For you were so afraid of what he might think.
But the scars he left, they were loud and clear,
Weren't they? weren't they?

When it's too much to bare, memories erase.
A disappearing act, deserving of our thanks.
When it surfaces, just hold your breath
And sink. Just, sink.

You begged and begged for some kind of change:
Maybe they'd wake up tomorrow and regret the pain
That they've passed down to you like DNA,
But no luck, no luck.

It seems only by the hand of God or death,
Will they truly change their silhouettes.
For a miracle or a consequence,
You wait and wait
And wait
And wait....

… maybe distance is the only cure?
Far away from hurt is where healing occurs.
Or maybe it's where the catastrophe collapses.
But all you really want to do is make them proud,
Don't you? don't you?

It must be so hard, in the mess you're always cleaning up,
To believe in the ghost of a broken love.
But i promise you,
you are right
she's loved
she's loved.
a lyrics of Silhouettes by Sleeping at Last which i changed a bit here and there.
Our stars light the sky
In the gathering dark of
A lonely city
Shout out to Molly for helping me on this one. If you haven't already, please check out her work, she is a wonderful poet! :)

http://hellopoetry.com/mmg/
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