I lived in a bubble
for a long time
Sometimes I'd try
to poke through
I'd push and push
Stretch that bubble
But then.....BOING
I'd bounce right back
to the same place again
Finally one day along came a pin
Pricked a hole in the bubble's skin
Decompression pulled me out
Sadly, others were crushed within
Then I'll be befuddled
when I find myself
stuck to another bubble
Damn this bubble trouble!
Stuck to the outside
A force trying to pull me in
I almost slip through
But then I remember
I'd been given a pin
POKE!
Some inside escape like I
Others are crushed within
One thing for sure that I've determined
Ain't no way in hell I'm going back in!
March 12, 2007
Sunday, July 21, 2019
Restless Sea
Sometimes my soul, a restless sea
Thoughts bombard, torrential rain
Emotions struggle, waves collide
Internal storm, unseen on the external plane
Within me I search for a haven of calm
The place equipped with the compass
The gauge disentangled from the storm
Revealing the truth, the facts
The instrument that guides my way
I find it....the gauge to guide
I rivet my focus upon it
What are the facts?
What is the truth clearly stated?
What direction do I take to safety?
I collect the data and plot a course
To steer me safely through the storm
I traverse the winds and torrential rain
By reading the truth upon the gauge
My emotions do not guide me
Nor the bombarding thoughts like rain
Focused on the gauge I find my way
Soon safety and calm replace the pain
I log that success, the steps that were taken
To traverse the wind and the rain
I will remember and not forget
The truth...the gauge...the course...the steps
To guide me to safety again
~*~
Written September 2001, as I was struggling with mood swings and learning to apply cognitive behavioral therapy.
Thoughts bombard, torrential rain
Emotions struggle, waves collide
Internal storm, unseen on the external plane
Within me I search for a haven of calm
The place equipped with the compass
The gauge disentangled from the storm
Revealing the truth, the facts
The instrument that guides my way
I find it....the gauge to guide
I rivet my focus upon it
What are the facts?
What is the truth clearly stated?
What direction do I take to safety?
I collect the data and plot a course
To steer me safely through the storm
I traverse the winds and torrential rain
By reading the truth upon the gauge
My emotions do not guide me
Nor the bombarding thoughts like rain
Focused on the gauge I find my way
Soon safety and calm replace the pain
I log that success, the steps that were taken
To traverse the wind and the rain
I will remember and not forget
The truth...the gauge...the course...the steps
To guide me to safety again
~*~
Written September 2001, as I was struggling with mood swings and learning to apply cognitive behavioral therapy.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)