A short thought depression, and a reminder that YOU ARE BIGGER THAN IT and you can beat it!
art
A beautiful heart made for me by my mum using pebbles I collected from Myrtos Beach, Kefalonia, Greece many years ago.
a picture of me taking a picture! This was the result…
‘Myth-conceptions’ and realities of Fibromyalgia (FM) and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS/ME).
Maybe Together, We Were Not for This World
You were the only one,
Who was still holding a light
,
And I’ve always been
Afraid of the dark,
Afraid of being alone
,
I think that’s how I wound up here,
But now I’m left wondering,
What happened to the spark,
And how it got so lonely.
I was lost,
but now I’m finding myself,
I was blind,
of which I now begin to see
,
Seems the darkness made me stumble
And sad as it seems,
Your light was never made for me
.
“To love another person is to see the face of God” – Happy Valentines
(and happy Saint Dwynwens Day)
Diwrnod Santes Dwynwen hapus &
Diwrnod San Ffolan Hapus
Close Your Eyes
I can’t be with you today
but if you close your eyes and think;
I’ll be beside you in the kitchen
wearing your shirt – standing by the sink.
I’ll be with you in the bedroom
waiting quietly on your bed;
Just close your eyes and think of me,
relive those memories in your head.
I’ll stand by you in the bathroom,
an unlikely place to meet;
I’ll smile at you so playfully
as I let you brush my teeth.
I’ll be your light in the darkness,
shining steady through and through;
You only have to watch it glow
to know I think of you.
I’ll be the music that you listen to,
I’ll be there in every song:
I’ll laugh with you and sing with you,
and comfort you when your day’s gone wrong.
I’ll be the wind that ruffles your hair,
I’ll be that warm embrace;
I’ll be the hand on your shoulder,
I’ll be the tender touch on your face.
I’ll be the clock gently ticking,
reminding you of the times;
We’ve shut the rest of the world outside
we’re in our own world – yours and mine.
I’ll be the moon as it dances
on the water cold and still;
For I have loved you always
and I know I always will.
Though you may not see me physically
as you live your life today;
Just close your eyes and think of me
I will not be far away.
POETRY: I AM STILL HERE
Once, my tortured tangled heart,
Ached alone, hurt and weeping,
Yearning for the company I was seeking,
Pushed away by the one I was keeping.
Ached alone, hurt and weeping,
Yearning for the company I was seeking,
Pushed away by the one I was keeping.
He walked out on me without a clue,
And summer lost its brightest hue,
No explanation, just desperation,
To return to a life he once knew.
And summer lost its brightest hue,
No explanation, just desperation,
To return to a life he once knew.
Autumns day was short and fast,
His pseudo-love for me would not last,
Yet still I kept and provided for him,
Even when winters evening grew so dim.For him the grass was always greener,
His desire for a greater life now keener,
I fought too hard and bore the scars,
To keep a man already lost, in eternal spring.
I feel no pity for this man,
No longer do I love or hate him,
Indifference is now my only feeling,
My beating heart no longer reeling.The light of a clear blue morning beckons,
In this life I’ve learned many lessons,
The sun again has shown to me its face,
And now no longer will I fall from grace.
He is gone but I am still here,
Yet no care nor anything do I now feel,
All he left was a comma, on a blotted page,
In a fairytale chapter of a long ago age.
~ Ryan Price
© 2013 Ryan J. A. Price (11/01/2013)
all rights reserved. No copying or reproduction in whole or part without the express written permission of the author.
Contra Omnia Discrimina
Hope Has A Place
One look at love, and you may see
It weaves a web over mystery
All raveled threads can rend apart
For hope has a place in the lover’s heart
Hope has a place in a lover’s heartWhispering world, a sigh of sighs
The ebb and the flow of the ocean tides
One breath, one word, may end or may start
A hope in a place of the lover’s heart
Hope has a place in a lover’s heart
Look to love, and you may dream
And if it should leave, then give it wings
But if such a love is meant to be
Hope is home, and the heart is free Under the heavens, we journey far
On roads of life, we’re the wanderers
So let love rise, so let love depart
Let hope have a place in the lover’s heart
Hope has a place in a lover’s heart
Look to love, and you may dream,
And if it should leave, then give it wings
But if such a love is meant to be
Hope is home, and the heart is freeHope is home, and the heart is free
{with love and thanks to Pip}
