Tag: suicide

• POEM – Relearning How to Walk

  I’m relearning how to walk I’m Bambi on ice The balance is less than steady The surface slick and wet I took a shower Bestie was there to fill the empty space I washed my hair by myself I’m relearning how to walk I laid in the bed Sounds of your snores mixed in with…

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• POEM – BAM!

  I’m walking down the street Minding my own business Then BAM! I’m on my knees in a daze Grief stands over me She wears an evil grin The tears flow The chest tightens I try to get up One foot is flat Then BAM! I’m on my knees in a daze Grief is now laughing…

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• POEM – The Razor

  I saw a razor the other day, on the counter at work.  Just a simple blade, nothing fancy.  I could feel the familiar burn on my skin, the metallic taste in my mouth.  I felt the sting of the water hitting the fresh open wound.  That high I’ve been chasing for years but won’t catch. …

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• STORYTIME – What defines a person

  My husband took his own life. He had demons no one could truly understand. He made mistakes in the end that he couldn’t forgive himself for, but I forgave him. Those demons and those mistakes don’t define who he was as a person. What defines him is how he treated waitresses/waiters. What defines him is…

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• STORYTIME – Driving Ms. Daisy

  I’ve always had anxiety about driving so when I fell in love with a man who lived an hour away I had some obstacles to conquer. Dustin didn’t have a vehicle for a variety of reasons, so he worked with me on my issues. He also constantly worried about me driving, he had to get…

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• STORYTIME – Nightmares

  I haven’t been a good sleeper in years. Now when I was a baby, I was a pro sleeper. But you start sprinkling in some trauma and all of a sudden Mr. Sandman is nowhere to be found. Enter Dustin. I’ve always hated sleeping with someone else in the bed, aside from my Mommie. I…

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• STORYTIME – Amputee Adventures

  Dustin came home from his amputation with a nerve blocker in his collarbone area. Doctor told us to just take it out ourselves when the meds ran out. Ummm what?? I failed my nursing program Doc, I know the law not medicine. He told us it was no big deal just make sure the whole…

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• POEM – September 3rd

  September 3rd, the day you took my breath away  September 3rd, the day my soul found peace  September 3rd, the day the world made sense to me September 3rd, the day I fell in love with you  September 3rd, the day I first heard your beautiful laugh  September 3rd, the day you kissed me in…

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