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CicelyRobinLaing©2014

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Life can be a lonely place…

Even surrounded by people

The ache of solitude can get so strong.

An overwhelming tide of responsibilities

The undertow of everyone else’s happiness

The grinding sands of your own failings and flaws

All you want is love, a little intimacy

Someone to take care of you for a little while.

The touch of a hand on your cheek,

A shoulder strong enough to hold all your tears.

Life is a lonely place…

Sometimes the only person left to pick you up is you

It hurts so bad

The exhaustion of just existing drags you down

It becomes an evil cycle of just maintaining

But not well enough to get ahead.

Every failure becomes the truth

And every success, a short lived lucky shot.

The spiral into darkness is not a choice

It is an unplanned ride down a greased spiral slide.

Once at the bottom you have to choose

Live there or try to climb back out…

Life is lonely…

We walk the Earth in a soft solitary shell

Touching those around us, but rarely ever joining

When we finally shuffle off this mortal coil

All we have are the choices we made in this life.

The way we touched others and how we cared for the world

We don’t need to be perfect, or strong

We don’t need to be happy, or a “success”

We just need to be ourselves…

Life is… lonely…

But

We are not alone.

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Thank you to everyone who joined me for the month of April… the NaPoWriMo challenge of writing a poem everyday was, I hope, a success.  I have to admit some days were harder than others. But writing is a good way to get out feelings I can’t really voice in any other way.  If you have read this far, you have likely read my poem above… I do live with depression, and I have loved ones who also struggle with it… including two of my children. I can not take the pain away, but I can understand. I can tell you that even in your most deepest, darkest pit… you are not alone. I’m right there next to you………….. and if you just reach out, I will enfold you in my arms and we will hug each other in the darkness…………………..  If enough of us hug each other, eventually a little sunshine will break through… and a little laughter is sure to follow.

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Image and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2015

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When we make love…

I do not know where you end…

And I begin…

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Day 30… Image 32… Poem 32….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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Your touch made me human…

Your breath made me live…

Your love made me understand…

Now, it is my turn to give…

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My kiss on your lips…

Feel my heart beat so fast…

I have so much more to show you…

How deep, how long my love will last…

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Day 30… Image 31… Poem 31….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

If Only…

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I awoke from this crazy dream…

Naked and lonely I had been…

You kissed me and I turned away…

If only I had asked you, to stay…

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Day 30… Image 30… Poem 30….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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When she came, I was nothing but a smear upon the floor..

Her mission was to rescue me, her goal, was to restore..

All that I used to be, all that had been before…
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But I did not deserve her attention or her special love..

I was an empty void of everything, a discarded workman’s glove..

I was a pointless, worthless mess and she.. an angel from above…
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Like a lovely, fragrant Springtime breeze, she swept across my universe..

All the sins I’d played, mistakes I’d made.. she put them in reverse..

With the simple touch of her enchanted hand, she lifted off my curse…
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I was reborn, I was a human being, with muscle meld to bone..

My heart began to beat once more with a rhythm all its own..

With her sweet breath she filled my lungs, till death was overthrown…
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“Mother Earth” I whispered.. “Why bother to rescue such a man?”

She simply smiled, and thought a while, then reached out with her hand..

“There is no one, there is only all.. survive together.. that is my one command.”
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“Live with and love all creatures, take nothing more than you might need..

Do not destroy my web of life.. from ignorance.. fear.. or greed..

From the Earth you come, and to me you will return.. listen.. and succeed…”
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When she left me, I was nothing like I had ever been before..

Her mission was to rescue us, her goal.. to help us soar..

All that humanity used to be.. reborn.. connected.. forevermore…

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Day 29… Image 29… Poem 29….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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Your absence is an avalanche

that buries me everyday…

Each memory, every story

is a wave that carries me astray…

I cannot stand before this tide

of emotional disarray…

Your absence is an avalanche

and I don’t want to get away…

For all the debris that covers me

makes me want to stay…

Bury me, enfold me in your.. avalanche

Until I feel… okay…

 

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Day 28… Image 28… Poem 28….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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He held the Earth in his hands…

As he kneaded and beat the clay…

I used to hear him sing a song…

He had something that he wanted to say…

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“Age is a fiery furnace…

Where life’s illusions are burned away…

Dreams and ambition turn to ash…

And youth is hardened in the clay…

Choices made will tint the glaze…

Experiences crackle and craze…

We may wish for fine white porcelain…

but rough stoneware serves the day…

For when the kiln is finally slid open…

Even the potter does not always get his way…”

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He held the Earth in his hands…

as he kneaded and beat the clay…

I used to hear him sing a song…

I wish I had listened to what he used to say…

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Day 27… Image 27… Poem 27….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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