Depression
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Dark Circle
Dark circle In my brain Drags me beneath The waves again Thoughts revolving I can’t make them stop Jagged voices rising Mine is on the top A black halo Placed on my head Gyrating patterns encrypted With the words that they said Hopeless thoughts Oppressive lies Will flee from the dawn As it starts to… Continue reading
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Hollow Reed
I am the outsider The different one here I am the writer The wordsmith extraordinaire I weave complex patterns In the recesses of my mind Scribble abstract equations To work out what’s inside I am a hollow reed That wails as the wind blows I am mourning church bells Echoing with resonant tone I paint… Continue reading
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The Cure
Writing is the cure To this disease of mine It heals my emotions Brings peace to my mind Life crippled me Writing made me to walk Trauma stole my voice But with writing I can talk Depression struck me blind Surrounded me with dark Writing gave me new vision Lit my path with its spark… Continue reading
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Brokenness
Broken shards in hand Cold tears run down sharp edges All of us have scars Cracks in our inner treasures We hide them in a cupboard Wish they would go away God comes in His mercy And makes a beautiful mosaic Continue reading
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Hope and Fear
What do you do When hope is your greatest fear? When you fear that anticipation Of getting everything you hold dear? What do you do When you fear the light? When you fear the waking dawn Because it always dips out of sight But once you get over That fear of failure You realise that… Continue reading
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False Dawns
Have you ever had that feeling That horrible sensation? That sense of dread When things seem to be changing? When you begin to realise That all you ever wanted Is within your grasp Just moments from being granted? But you’ve been here before And it went wrong last time It was another false dawn Another… Continue reading
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Efforts
I have worked myself Down to the bone Lived my life Doing as I was told I tried to keep the standards To be a good Christian I wrote down every command From the things I listened I tried to fit Other people’s expectations Mould myself Into their fittings The effort Left me a wreck… Continue reading
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Pains and Passions
A lament Like the tide Is drawn back out to sea So my passion for writingTugs at me Like a wolf Howling at the moon So my passions threaten Me to consume My desires yearn within They pierce my insides With bitter sorrow They scream and cry But my body crumbles At the first step,… Continue reading
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Writer
A lament God, why have you made me To be a writer? To be inflicted With these desires? Pain builds up Within my soul Until it bursts out In these words of turmoil In my head Words scream aloud Worlds are being born Characters wander around My mind will not rest It will not stop… Continue reading
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Journal
Looking back In my journal I see the goodness of God In every scribble I see agonising questions And desperate prayers Answered by God A few pages later I see that God Has been speaking to me That there is a theme to His messages That before I could not see I see my current… Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 