Half Truth
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Tag: Poetry
God’s Will
This Is Me
I allowed society to call me #bipolar. I allowed it so much I even titled my 2nd book of poetry Welcome To My Bipolar Mind https://amzn.to/2PJtjpYwhich is geared towards anyone dealing with anxiety and/or depression and offers hope for a better tomorrow. But you see, as I learned and believe in my heart I was… Read More This Is Me
More
7/22/19 Removed myself from a toxic relationship (applause) And ended up homeless (Sigh) You can’t even imagine It isn’t pretty As you read (or listen) to the rest of this poem I will do my best to be witty At 42 I didn’t have a clue As to what was next to come Thank God… Read More More
Writing Near Daddy
1/10/19 I write differently now Calmer More at peace I release The evil thoughts The bad energy And only accept the good I used to let so many things get to me I’m learning patiently That the drama The sleepless nights Over things that weren’t quite right The sun shining on his face The piano… Read More Writing Near Daddy
I Was Born To Be Free
While I was pausing and reflecting on my life I wrote this on June 3, 2018 in Winnetka, IL on Lake Michigan. Me publishing this is me moving forward. I was born to be free It’s interesting to me The people that come and have gone in my life Whether by death or by choice… Read More I Was Born To Be Free
Preserve
I hate feeling low In those times I want to know which way to go When will I know? A mystery to me That I’d like to solve Before I dissolve I really do want to evolve To resolve All my questions Left unanswered And my thoughts Clarified I don’t care Nor do I dare… Read More Preserve
Will I?
Will I? Last night I was the youngest one there I didn’t care I was on a mission To cure my condition Of love gone wrong Hoping for it to go right And help me sleep at night My 30 day journey is almost over Will it be enough? Will this help me be tough?… Read More Will I?
Left
Left I was the oldest woman who was on stage last night and the night before and the night before that I had the shortest hair I arrived on my own I love being on that microphone I had the pleasure of meeting several new people It felt like home Being there all alone I’ve… Read More Left
Gone
Gone Will the Facebook memories fade? It’s nice to look back on the on this day app Until there’s a breakup Cause like you I only posted pictures of nice family photos Happy times And then you move out And the memories remain, not just in a memory, but on that app It goes back… Read More Gone
