Some day that will be the title of a poem it just keeps rattle ling around in my brain so someday it will come the rest of the words and not just the title .
Being able to wax poetic matters ever so to me
Finding my center that peace in my being matters ever so to me
Picking a pencil up sketching a portrait of someone then having someone anyone tell me" I know who that is" would mean the world to me
What disturbs me is that it takes medication for me to write poetry and I do not mean just the run of the mill anti depressants that so many women have used including me in the past .I am talking serious legal prescription medication for anxiety and Bi-polar
I had been a lost soul in my own skin not able to slow down and to find quite time to create. This honestly has been worse in the last 6 months but before that I was just sad ,numb really .If I had the chose I would take manic over numb any year.
My loved ones are the reason I sought help and Specialists in mental health.
It seems what was fun for me came out as anger to them.
It is all very new for me this medication my specialist upping my dose just a few days back
I do not know where this all will lead me I am mostly hoping for the a for mentioned PEACE
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