Posts Tagged ‘mental-health’

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Cleanse my Heart



Just want to

Wash away

All the moments

Before today

Start fresh

With new reason

Stop giving

Into treason

If I could

Id reach in

Remove the pieces

Of past sin

Look at it

In tilted hand

Watch it spill

Like time clock sand

Never again

Will I be

Brought to tear

Brought to knee

All it takes

To live this part

Is cleanse my soul

Cleanse my Heart





I just watched

Him walk away

I wanted to help

What could I say

He just hung up

The telephone

The call he made

Was to his home

With shoulders hunched

And glazed over eyes

He saw me watching

The tears he dries

Are you okay

What can I do

If you want to talk

I’ll listen to you

He shook his head

And looked around

He walked away

With not a sound

Once again

I see the shame

Once again

I see the pain






 It started out

Like any race

The others and I

Running our pace

Like life it was

A little rushed

Like life we tend

To keep things hushed

You try to make

It thru with hope

Sometimes that helps

You just to cope

But then it happens

What’s not rehearsed

That moment you fear

Might be the worst

Things break down

And fall apart

It is in HIM

You must have heart

And when you need help

To carry your boulder

You’ll always have

My Fathers shoulder



This heart of mine, the muscle inside of me, pulsing, beating, and pumping life into my life. I  feel it, I hear it in the silence of night. I hold it in a bedside cradle, like a one eye open sleeping father would a newborn. Only I am it’s child, my heart is the one that never rests. My heart is mine, yet it allows me to be who I choose to be. My heart does not tell me, I command it, yet it lets me feel.

I also know that someday it will stop, just cease to exist. It will not warn me when it suddenly stops, for I have not earned that courtesy. And that’s okay with me, I’ll not be mad. I have given my heart more than it’s fair share of love and pain. I have asked my heart to give love and pain to others as well. My heart does not detest me for the pain I shared with others. And make no mistake, it was a shared pain. 

And in the end, my end, when that moment comes, that dreadful instant when I will know that this is it THE END.

My heart will not ask of me to struggle to keep it pumping, pulsing ,beating.

For it knows that I will accept OUR END. It will only seek to for me to take one last sweet breath and release it completely to my soul, to lie still and seek the heavens that brought us together.

This heart of mine, this beautiful gift given to me will share my very last moment with me just like it was our first moment together.