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  1. Date: 10/2/2012 5:25:00 PM
    Very good point made in this ya talented little hampster you cheers my friend well Paula ive returned to were i started off posting hopefully i wont get booted off as fast as the old site hope to hear from ya soon stay crazy your friend always Gonzo

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  1. Date: 9/20/2012 4:29:00 AM
    Only a man that wants to destroy the him in him that despair

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  1. Date: 9/19/2012 4:52:00 PM
    The scariest part is when we realize that are emotions have left our control and we find our self spinning downward. We reach ourselve sout trying to grasp a hold of something, anything that will give us back our composure. Twice in my life I have entered into this depressing state unbeknowing before it was too late. All i could think to do was drop to my knees and plead for dear life. Both times, after weeks of prayer the Lord granted me back my santity. Through this I gained a new perspective for others as I see them go through their own despairs. Knowing that it is not something they can control.

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    Swanson Avatar Paula Swanson Date: 9/19/2012 5:13:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Sometimes it is only when we reach the bottom, that we are able to look up and see the stars.
  1. Date: 9/19/2012 3:23:00 PM
    nature debunks my despair and will not let me be depressed. only inside the house and myself can these two come calling.

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  1. Date: 9/19/2012 2:22:00 PM
    I find the topic here very real and significant in so many lives today. Well done!

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  1. Date: 9/19/2012 11:28:00 AM
    sometimes when am in the dumps, i meditate and stay in the moment.. it is a bit difficult when blues get in the way, paula... but with inner faith and family support, we do get by... your poetry is a balm.. :) huggs and stay well!

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  1. Date: 9/19/2012 7:32:00 AM
    By the way, Paula. I should tell you that your words here are very beautiful. I am glad you have poetry and that poetry has YOU. For the healing process. Luv, Andrea

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    Swanson Avatar Paula Swanson Date: 9/19/2012 5:11:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Andrea. Poetry has been the one thing that has kept me , for lack of a better word...sane. It allows for a release, a surrender, a way to see the hurt and let it drift away.
  1. Date: 9/19/2012 7:06:00 AM
    I love that 3rd line - removing the colors from the trees. I hope you feel better soon paula :)

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    Swanson Avatar Paula Swanson Date: 9/19/2012 5:10:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Susan
  1. Date: 9/19/2012 6:27:00 AM
    I can very much relate with all you guys. I am not sleeping any more so finally I just came down here to catch up on Soup. All we can do is smile, keep doing what we do, and try our best to keep going. I enjoyed reading the comments here. Luv, Andrea

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  1. Date: 9/19/2012 6:10:00 AM
    Hi Paula, there has been two periods in my life, life up to age 57, although a manager in a stressful job, my sense of humour was renown so i was told, and i worked very hard to make sure, that my work environment was a happy place to be, same within my family life also... Then out of the blue i had a heart attack ,this a near death situation, totally changed my life. but the worst aspect of it all was, how it had dismantle my sense of humour, i was like a child that had lost a part of oneself, and i began to lose hope, and wonder what was the point of it all (life) but then i came here, could see and feel a purpose again, and slowly but surely my sense of humour returned,hope this helps

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    Swanson Avatar Paula Swanson Date: 9/19/2012 5:10:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    That is how I feel right now Harry. I have lost a large part of myself. Humor, being a large chunk of it. I never thought that at 54, I would be so......devoid of emotion. That I wouldn't have a smartazz comeback when warranted.
  1. Date: 9/19/2012 5:47:00 AM
    When I sit with my clients in hospice sometime the fact of just "being", that is just sitting and not talking but being with them helps.

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    Swanson Avatar Paula Swanson Date: 9/19/2012 5:07:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Yes. Just knowing that someone is there does help. Sometimes the best response is a silent presence.
  1. Date: 9/19/2012 5:46:00 AM
    How can I help... someone offering that shoulder to cry on or that hug, what a difference it makes to have that friend. I am blessed with such good friends and family.

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  1. Date: 9/19/2012 3:03:00 AM
    I am with you Frank on this one I have seen to much been through to much and therefore try and keep a sense of humour, it helps a lot can, never cover all, but keeps me sane, well not certified yet anyhow ha ha xx

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  1. Date: 9/18/2012 10:25:00 PM
    The Gift of 'Humor' seems to help a little... Though...there are somethings...for me that have been there...just too long. Like a lump in my throat...I can't quite swallow, or spit out. After some years...a dullness keeps them tolerable...so I try to laugh a lot...to keep from thinking about them too much.

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    Swanson Avatar Paula Swanson Date: 9/19/2012 5:06:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Yes Frank, I agree. I have used humor over the years quite frequently to mask the pain and or, make it tolerable. There are just some things, that while you are still living the situation, that refuses to die a respectable death.

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