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Cheryl Olczak Poem
Was shattered and broken, in pieces, unspoken,
I was losing life's grip, my mind started to slip.
Grief-driven to the ground, almost not found,
Future no longer sure became one giant blur.
My deep feeling heart split completely apart,
Nothing else mattered, concentration splattered.
Felt my inclination sink, was so close to the brink,
Never thought I could mend, figured this was my end.
For 5 years I floundered, relationships squandered.,
I had lost the real me, who I thought I could be.
Then came a dream's message, crawl from the wreckage,
Time to quash the depression, giving up is no option,
Awaken your spirit, transformation immediate,
Let the breakthrough begin, it starts from within.
Negating things negative was a forceful directive,
Look for the positive, do something constructive.
Felt my internal fog lift, watched it scatter and drift,
Wept clean joyful tears that were missing for years.
Found my purpose in life, toward something to strive,
Working hard every day sharing words I must say.
Months of daily exertion, mind and verbal assertion,
Rising up from the ashes with love and compassion.
Constant effort forever, not an easy endeavor,
When surrounded by pain, but strength left to gain.
Reaching out with my heart, the best place to start,
With a hope and a prayer, with kindness and care.
Though a lifetime it seems, finally chasing my dreams,
It took opening my eyes, each tomorrow my prize.
Copyright © Cheryl Olczak | Year Posted 2015
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Cheryl Olczak Poem
Living life with intention sounds positive.
What if your intention is to give up because
living that life had completely lost all appeal?
Doesn't sound so positive now, does it?
Sleeping becomes a distant memory as
one day shakily blurs into the next,
not feeling comfortable in your skin.
The idea of food is repulsive at best
so the attempts are few and far between.
It feels like a total resignation to dying
a slow death without actual forethought.
It is neither cowardice nor an act of
courage but that of extreme sadness.
The loss of someone you love makes losing
a piece of your heart feel physically literal.
It is not only mental as so many believe.
Nobody can tell you how you should feel.
No one has the right to say you should be
over it by now because months have passed.
There is no time limit on grief or heartache.
Rose Kennedy's quote conveys a major truth.
"It is said that 'time heals all wounds.' I do
not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind,
protecting it's sanity, covers them with scar
tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone."
Everyone recovers in their own time, waiting for
that protective mechanism to click into place.
That piece of your heart will always be missing
but the strength of your soul will help you survive.
Copyright © Cheryl Olczak | Year Posted 2015
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Cheryl Olczak Poem
Alive and breathing, no longer
pleading for nothingness. Leaving
grieving in the dust was a major must,
needing to extinguish that burning
pit of despair, gasping for fresh air.
Just like that phoenix from those ashes,
rising and not despising where I'd been.
Requiring darkness to find my light,
doesn't always seem right but I'm here.
Reborn, no longer sad and forlorn,
taking more than a few baby steps,
one foot in front of the other, then
another, just keep moving forward.
It's the only thing to do, this is true,
but will never happen until it's time.
Cannot ever be forced, not coerced,
not pushed, pressured or persuaded.
I rebelled, was not compelled to react.
Now that I have returned, I yearn to
make changes to become a better me.
A daily struggle but unearthed from
the rubble that once was my whole life.
With desires, hope and promise I strive,
wanting to stay alive and breathing.
Copyright © Cheryl Olczak | Year Posted 2015
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