Christmas Mental Illness Poems

I am longing for the spring and panting like a thirsty deer 
too many days have past since I last felt the sun 
beneath anemic...

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Ding dong, hear the bells of Christmas.
Wind songs of the holiday.
How many bells are ringing 
How many bells are singing
A sad song that belongs to...

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This trauma, I promise to remember. 

I wonder if in December…

By the time presents arrive. 

If I will still feel deprived. 

Of a better past...

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I have the belief that I will be out by Christmas. 

A belief that stills my suffering. 

A hollow wind speaks to me. 

Slipping in...

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Dear God,

         First and foremost I want to thank you for another year/ some healthy kids so...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Silent Wisdom

Did you see?
Did you look?
What do think?
They are so…   …   ?

Words heard directly, 
indirectly or by accident, 
but never by...

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Darting Arrows

Skippy shadows, 
at the corners of the walls, 
ceilings, and floors. 
Easiest seen by those that drink, 
do drugs, foreign or domestic. 
But they...

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Hears Me

The "mighty" power of prayer, 
can never be spoken of...
with sufficient 
glory! 
as the very "word", 
is larger than life!

His name, 
above all others...
Bowing,...

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The Storm of Ages

I was given a taste of something... sweet. 
Innocence reborn a new, 
I... am... born... again. 

While some celebrate, 
others cringe and...

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Blip

This is a short poem. 
Not a long one like the rest. 
(not haiku)
This is about time, 
and saying a lot in a small space.
Updates...

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Gathering the Bones

You must believe me, 
I am in power. 
I know what is right for you. 
Your vote put me here, 
you can not...

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Christmas Eve 
a psychotic episode 
crashes the party...

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Schizophrenia —
doesn't go on holidays
for the holiday...

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Death Beside the Road

Held in my arms, 
fragile you are... barely alive. 
I can feel your faint breath on my cheek. 
I can even somehow...

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