I'm a mess,
it's something I've been trying to address.
It's what I do best,
it just makes me more depressed.
*
I'm a mess,
constantly being swallowed by sadness.
I never know what to do,
I want to not always feel blue.
*
I'm a mess.
I must confess
I'm trapped in my ways
of feeling unhappy for days.
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Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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After childhood years spent listening to these stories at the feet of Nana Belle, great aunts and great uncles, this part (my part) became both easy and hard. Easy when you grow up to become a writer. Hard knowing the oral traditions steeped in a history vast enough to eclipse the oldest mariner’s voyage are in danger of being lost simply because no one sits still to listen anymore.
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I walk for hours, preferably somewhere quiet, and just listen to nature. Appreciating nature and its little messages of hope in the trees and flowers and open spaces. I hope that writing helps to ease the stress. Or just dance and sing out loud.
So SO relatable! Loved your poem!
I'm here if you need to talk. <3 Great poem
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