Its dark its quiet
And I am pretty much a poet
When wihout drinking i get drunk
And honest feelings comes in bunk
What is life I dont know
Even in a decade would not go
Is it a remission or was it there within
I guess its both in heart that thin
What is the purpose
To be happy
What is the fact yes i am happy
Is there a void i never know
But certainly truth wins in a battle of tow
I dont know I dont know
And yes i dont know
'I'M NOW IN REMISSION'
Here's a message to my illness, you can go and yourself
I'm the master of my mind when it comes to mental health
Over the years you have put me through so much horrendous
I'm the one who had the last laugh because I am now mentally fit
You created a monster when you chose to hurt my mind
I fought my way out of the darkness despite the fact that I was blind
You asked me many questions and i came up with the answers
I was battling depression and then I was diagnosed with cancer
To me this was just like a double edged sword
To give up and quit was something i could not afford
The cancer has been obliterated and I'm now in remission
I possess determination, dedication, motivation and ambition
Recovery to me is such a wonderous thing
When it comes to mental health then I believe I am the king
With mental health I am educated, each avenue has been explored
I don't take life for granted, I work hard for my reward
I no longer have depression, I've sent it to Hell
It's remarkable to think how far I've come since that very first time I fell
I am working on remission.
I am hoping for permission.
To seek relief.
From all this grief.
Please be gracious.
For my love is spacious.
Please allow my hope to enhance.
And for my condition to no longer advance.
So that I do not have to sign.
And relinquish what is left of my mind.
My brain's in remission the last few days
Nothing creative has evolved, nothing out of the haze
Something needs oiling
Some pipes need rejoining
Needs to go to the shop to determine my malaise
Remission
The living soft redwoods rose up into the furthest skies
Rough dark brown and grey pines stood like warriors nearby
The roads are always wrapped in blue and gray mist
as large lumbering trucks and black Suvs swing by
A young deer from the forest forages for cones
old jazz filters over the bay and hills in a sorrowful sigh
We moved from the highway back into the tall mountain road
with its forests and blue birds singing in a curulean sky
Gone are the parking lots, the hospital glass windows
uniformed people pacing the buildings 7 feet high
Gone are rubbery gloves held in doctors' hands
nurses in masks using Purcell over and over again.
The smell of the Eucalyptus, the grasses, the pines
a place living without masks, needles and antibiotic lines
life again with rosemary, hummingbirds and thyme.
Lucky is the Patient
The Doctor comes to tell
Good news
The scans
Say
Your Cancer has gone
Your prayers have been answered
You are in remission
girl in remission
she laughs at each crashing wave
today she is queen
Our psyches form an eerie mood;
we hold the fearful, bated breath
(the melancholy that makes us brood).
We smell the scent of gloom's despair;
we feel the menace of sudden death:
how broken we just are to care!
Thank God for him, the heaven's Lord;
our fight with misery and pain
ends with the gift of his great Sword;
the tears of manic-depression
flow down our tear-stained cheeks again:
but now they're for our remission.
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