I tried to make this into a positive mantra because as a sufferer from bipolar depression, it is difficult to keep positive.
When endless nights turn into depressing days, keep your eyes on the sky
When tomorrow is too far away, remember dark turns into light
When your regrets are many, keep your hopes safe and warm
When death becomes appealing, remember you are bigger than the storm
When the void invites you in, keep your dreams alive
When the abyss attempts to smother you, remember the fire that burns inside
When life gets overwhelming, keep your feet safe on the ground
When fears and anxiety overtake you, remember these nurturing vows
When the past won't stay behind you, keep your future in sight
When your demons won't let you rest, remember you are strong. You will win this time
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Anna Torres
I’m a 37-year old mother. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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Sisyphean
A crisis of faith appears on the horizon. There’s no other way to go, there is none. A scepter of gullibility rivals a god-given right to punish those beneath me. I’ve sent them to hell for opening their mouths. Their abominations were atrocious so they descended south. Demonic inferiority, a blessing from my tongue justifies my means. Relinquished breaths alter a halo of corrupted death. Prayers venture above but I can’t hear them, they’re not enough. Olympians have their psychopaths but their heroes have split them in half. We cannot restore the dawn nor resurrect our beloved Babylon. You look up to the skies with false hope that your idols will rescue you and the entire globe. There is no kryptonite to offer you a saving grace from plight. They await the return of their previous savior. They don’t know they’ve since fallen out of favor. Haunted by vengeful ghosts. Weaponized against those you love most. Blood is a valuable commodity where burned effigies give rise to criminality. Outlaws of history beg for deliverance from past treacheries. Who holds sway over your will? Who has the power to bend a God’s wrath? A righteous holy mercy that sits where the devil once sat. Who decides what to glorify and what to condemn? They can’t stay innocent or ignorance will find them. You suffer in silence but ask for pity and relief. I cannot give you what you seek.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
National Senior Citizens Day (April 21)
We are fortunate to live in a time when so many of our elderly are living lives of unexpected health and financial security, but such was not always the case. Throughout history old age was not something an individual expected to reach, and so we lost the wisdom and experience of these individuals at an early age. Senior Citizen Day celebrates the fact that these keepers of wisdom are staying with us longer each year, and in better health.
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