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Bipolar Blackberry

Sometimes I'm sweet sometimes I’m sour
I am of seed and purple flower power
I can be crazy while same time sane
Tis God who gave me eccentric brain

I don’t do horror too sensitive
Because tomorrow I’d rather live
Watching good things having good dreams
Instead of the flashbacks haunting me

Flashbacks of trauma from the past
Of pain and drama of a molesting dad
I am not bitter and I love him so
Dead now forgive him as I long ago

I’m a blackberry short and sweet
I chose to be merry I am unique
Like vitamin I carry love so deep
Like magical fairy I’m stigma free.

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Barbara Barry-Nishanian

Date: 11/21/2023 5:20:00 PM

Hi Karen, read WEED, enjoyed. Glad you've chosen the high road of forgiveness. Chosen to be merry ... chose to live and write. Write on my friend!

Karen Jones
Date: 11/21/2023 7:11:00 PM

Hi Barbara! I haven't been writing as much as I am bored with my own poetry. So I've switched to my song writing which is similar I suppose but excites me more. Thanks for reading! Have a great Thanksgiving if you celebrate.

Alexis Y.

Date: 10/16/2023 6:34:00 AM

WoW! Karen, Reading your lines shows me that you are a strong and courageous woman. Forgiveness and love cause one to break free from an invisible prison( of pain- caused by abuse). I know that prison very well. Not a parent but a sibling of a parent who abused me. I applaud you for sharing your story. I know it was difficult to write. Thanks for sharing your story. It can make someone reluctant or ashamed to share theirs-Alexis

Karen Jones
Date: 10/16/2023 8:36:00 AM

Alexis I applaud you for being a survivor and sharing the courageous woman you are. You add verses to my heart song by defying the odds surviving the hardest abuse by a trusted parental sibling. Yes it was hard to write but harder to live. It is past and I moved on. I worry for kids in horrors like trafficking today. That is not my experience but it is someone else's. That is why I write. Maybe someone NEEDS to hear to bring about awareness. Hugs light and love to you Queen.

Bill Baker

Date: 10/10/2023 9:48:00 PM

I really like your last line, Karen ... I'm stigma free. as we should all be. :-) Have a great week, my friend. Hugs, Bill

Karen Jones
Date: 10/10/2023 10:40:00 PM

Wow Bill you read a lot of poems! You are kind. Thanks

Joe Maverick

Date: 10/10/2023 3:35:00 PM

Amen Karen, glad to read you are In charge, and free.' Life can be so Hap-hazard..Or is it really?? Lots Of blessings to you.'

Karen Jones
Date: 10/10/2023 5:09:00 PM

I view life as a big classroom. We learn lessons and can move on to bigger better things. Or maybe we repeat lessons we have yet to learn. Just my humble thought. Blessings and hugs to you. :0)

Jan Allison

Date: 10/9/2023 9:35:00 PM

A bitter sweet poem , you write from the heart Karen, the third verse sent shivers down my spine, to be able to forgive an abusive parent truly is incredible though i suspect scars will always remain deep, hugs jan xx

Karen Jones
Date: 10/9/2023 11:18:00 PM

Love heals but hate and despair will keep u a prisoner of pain. I have been blessed. Hugs. This one I was hesitant to share. But what if it helps one person? Thanks for pushing through it!