I am like the sun
envying the moon for her
splendid light and woe
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Broken is as broken does; there is no shame in it, only the rise after the fall. It will quicken you to wholeness and recovery, for it is the furthest thing from pure satisfaction and delight. There is no calm in it; no acceptance, only a blinding desire to gain healing in the shape of unconditional love, a rejuvenated spirit and uninterrupted rest. Brokenness is the first step of transformation, rebirth…you have nothing to fear.
Racing thoughts. Negative Assumptions. Overwhelmed. Fearful. Angry. Enraged. Hurt. Broken. Tired. Unfocused. Sad. Forgetful. Impulsive. Euphoric. Careless. Fearless. Desperate. Any or all of these are experienced at some time or another by an individual suffering from some form of Depression. If you know of anyone experiencing these symptoms on a regular basis, please reach out to them. Depression can and will impair one’s judgment, personal outlook, self-view, personal relationships, work life, home life, etc. Depression is a real illness; it is not a figment of one’s imagination. It is not boredom. It is not a bad day. It is not a sign of a lack of faith. And prayer alone, walking in the park or listening to music (or even writing) will not always erase the continued pain and other symptoms. In more cases than not, both regular talk therapy and prescribed medication that directly addresses the individual’s particular symptoms can and will help save a life. Please help a friend or loved one seek the help that they need before it’s too late. It’s okay. It’s really okay to talk about Depression.
And it doesn’t hurt to listen either. Learn more.*
and when the last wave
crashed upon the sand
I sung a dirge quietly
and buried the sunset
in my memory
I talked with God
as He watched me sleep
among a litter of
© ivy ford deshield. 2013. all rights reserved.
*About two-thirds of people with major depression never seek appropriate treatment.
The World Health Organization ranks depression as one of the world’s most disabling diseases. Yet with treatment, 70% of people with clinical depression can improve, often in a matter of weeks.
*Source: Web MD
Regarding his job, a friend recently expressed to me that “It’s not work really work if you’re having fun…” Hearing this expression before, I never truly believed in its magic until I saw the joy on my friend’s face as he described his twelve-hour days with the same pleasure that a child recounts awaking on Christmas morning. In that same moment, I was truly happy for him and would honestly wish him nothing else than more work hours in his Christmas stocking. This being said, I now know exactly what I want for Christmas and every single day of the New Year: pure JOY from the everyday. And it doesn’t need to be boxed, wrapped or tied with a bow. I want this present delivered with the early morning sunrise and find me thankful still and ready to give more even after the most trying of days. And as I sleep, I wish to know its warm embrace, satisfying me like the greatest of lovers. Jobs, friends, and love can be but a moment, but joy is forever. I do not know in what form this joy will arrive or when, but it will surely come; and I lift my heart in every direction in wait for the gift that keeps on giving.
I Was Thinking
At break point
Will I split wide open into two fractured selves
or will I implode masterfully
Sucking the energy of all passerby souls
into my ever–spinning ear–splitting
I see extinction living here like chronic dust
Three–dimensional matter piling their sins
into a one–dimensional room – I can only
For nothing is certain
under a flaming red sun
or a dry silver–white moon
©Dorhora. 5-16-13. All rights reserved.
I slipped through my ghost
and my broken song echoed
from the other side
©Dorhora. 6-8-13. All rights reserved.
The (smallest) pieces of a heart
If this was written for you
you must catch the tiny pauses
and never mind the slow breaks
It is nothing and everything
when you rub your little finger
back and forth across my callus
I marvel at this
and the broken song
you whispered in your sleep
©Dorhora. 6-8-13. All rights reserved.