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A Poem about the beast inside. Why do I hold her down

Updated on January 3, 2013

I create a place of dispair

Should be beautiful but it is all melancholy
Should be beautiful but it is all melancholy | Source

"What a sad place I create"

I am sitting here struggling with so many things

Kind of silly as my heart happily sings

Despair finds me even in the warm glow of family and friends

Anxiety rips and tears and is with me to the ends

Great family good friends wonderful children and good work to do

Still I feel myself tugged down into a hopeless rue

Distracted and retracted I feel walls closing ever so close

A falling feeling creeping up beside me like an overdose

Deep deep feelings of total helplessness

It's only me ma, I am only sighing

Then something clicks and something is amiss

This giant creature from inside my chest

A creature that destroys all and is the best

Her name is gratitude and she is always there

She slays all those beasts of despair

When I forget her lurking inside of me

The world is black I cannot see.

Why would a wise fellow as me suppress her ever

Why would I want her kept asunder

Perhaps the reason is as clear as my large nose

Perhaps everyone already knows

She hides away on her own favor

So I do not forget the pain without her

And then I can appreciate her in her glory

And know that mine is a very happy story.

SWEET GRATITUDE

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thanks for coming by. One thing I am most grateful for is you. Always encouraging and insightful.

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      Rich 4 years ago from Kentucky

      Appreciation and gratitude are seldom on the forefront of daily life. We wish and want and need and plead so often, we forget what we have. Great Job, my friend!