Blackened Rose

The guilt was overwhelming. The tears burned in her eyes. The knot in her throat started aching. In her hand, she held the knife. One strong live and it’d be over. One strong slice and it’d be done. She wouldn’t hurt anyone ever again. She’d be silenced, but depression won. She remembered how much better She had felt after the hospital. She felt loved, and happy, and free. None of which she could now understand. She journaled and wrote furiously. Her tears staining every page. She knew she didn’t deserve to But her heart with desire did wake. Desire to keep her darling husband. Who had faithfully stood by her side. While she who had been the harlot Did constantly and habitually lie. She went to get the sleeping pills. She counted them one by one. How many was enough to end it? The hurting she had done was enough. She knew she was loved, for sure She knew it was just her depression. But starring herself in the mirror Di...

You're the Alpha and Omega The keeper of my heart The lover of my soul Creator of the Start. Compassionate Shepherd Steady Rock and Friend The Lion of Judah, Lamb The Finisher of the End. Prince of Peace and high Tower Lord of Lords and King of Kings Safe Refuge and Substitute You raise me up on Eagles Wings.

These Hands These hands have held babies They’ve changed their diapers too. They've bounced an infant up and down They’ve rocked a child and heard them coo. These hands have led small children in song. They’ve played, and scolded, and expressed. They’ve guided as a child lead on, They’ve comforted and wiped tears away. These hands have held young children They’ve helped color, and praised a child’s effort. They’ve lifted a young girl under her arms As she leaps into her daddy’s embrace. These hands have touched ivory keys. They’ve produced music - sometimes beautiful, and sometimes not. They’ve pounded out frustration. They’ve played out sadness, loneliness, and joy. These hands have held hands dying. They’ve embraced a daughter in tears. They’ve held the hand of someone lost, in the years Dementia stole from them. They’ve measured the fading heart beat of life’s cruel cost. These hands have helped to heal. They’ve served, an...

I know what you  must be thinking, “Who in the world still BLOGS!?”  And normally I would agree with you.  However, I’m using this blog forum as a sort of Journal as I share my journey with Depression, Anxiety, and OCD in the art medium of Poetry. So, a little back story, I was officially diagnosed with Depression in December, 2016 after I had been writing some very dark and very morbid poetry about death and suicide.   I told one friend, on December 3rd, that I was going to “do it tonight”, and she freaked out, called my husband, and told him to look at my Facebook messages.  He did, and called the police on me.  I was actually at a friends house at that moment that the police called me, so I had to leave and go home.  Michael had me checked into a Psychiatric Hospital two days later.   This past August (Saturday, the 26th) I was very suicidal after being off my meds for over four months due to me running out and not being able to...

In the light of your glory I bask every day Waiting for your coming Living your way. In the light of your glory In awe I fall down On my knees I do worship At your feet, lay my crown. In the light of your glory I fall on my face I sing Hallelujah I sing in this place. In the light of your glory This place full of fire Glorious light, and life No room for sin or ire. In the light of your glory Your son took my place I stand in your presence Kneeling, covering my face. In the light of your glory All heaven will shout Behold the King of heaven Our praises ring out! Chorus: I'll worship you forever! I'll praise your name forever! I'll stand in awe forever! I'll worship you alone!