Sad Song
(i wrote this poem in my mid 20's, when depression had taken hold again)
Sad song inside my soul
please won't you go away
I think that you have gone
yet you come back to haunt
my thoughts today
You cover me with your darkness
and I find myself so blind
I can not seem to find a way
to lead me out to shine, brilliant,
like the sun i saw today
setting low in the sky
covered with a smoky haze
yet powerful enough to glow
and so, beautifully so
I know I have it in me
so why can't I find the door
maybe I am too impatient
yet you have been here
for years too long
why won't you go away
and let me live in peace
Where do you get your strength
you twist my brain like spaghetti
until I'm in
a teary tangled mess
Sad song inside my soul
one day you'll be gone
I'll slam the door behind you
I'll throw away the key
I'll run & run & run so fast
into my soul that's free
| brilliantly hazy sunset, captured recently |
Even just looking over what I have written & what I am sharing amazes me because back in those days & still now to some degree I am a very private person & am unable to talk freely about myself but I do know that I want to share because when others have shared a part of themselves with me I have actually been freed a little. I guess I have come to realise that at 35 even though I am not a great talker, I do have something to share about life with other people & if that is by photographing it & writing about it, I only hope I can only do the same for someone else. Of course I still have my fears, like who the hell do I think I am?, why would anyone want to listen to what I have to say? why would anyone be interested in what I like to do? & I have a fear of being judged & criticised by others but to hell with those fears & those kind of people, after all life in itself, is to be shared. If we keep it to ourselves what kind of living are we actually doing.
Passion
(i wrote this in my late 20's, when i was feeling empty)
Passion is a sacred energy
an enormous energy
that comes from within
within the walls of our soul
it beams brighter than the sun
it is alive
it captures our hearts
and makes loved ones see
the beauty that surrounds us
when passion is gone
the heart & soul
are both cold & alone
| at 35 i'm following my passions & feeling free |
I'd love to hear about how you feel about sharing & what your passions are? for some its scary, I know, but go ahead & just be you. p.s excuse the poor writing i was never any good at english!

Dear Michelle,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your life so intimately. Your words are beautiful and they come from the heart. I feel the same way about your photography too. I was also depressed in my 20's and early 30's (I'm 40 now) and I remember how heavy and paralyzing the sadness was. I can see how your poetry was an outlet for your feelings. Thank goodness for words, for our passions and how we all express ourselves individually. I know in my own life, appreciating beauty, usually creations of other people is what keeps me sane, inspires me to do the same and ultimately, keeps me alive!
Thank you!
To capture honesty in pictures and words, what a terriific combination. Thank you for your post, you have such courage. Love your work. Keep creating all that beauty for our eyes and your heart.!
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