Twittering Tale #76 – The Secret Garden – 7 August 2018

Twittering Tale #76 – The Secret Garden – 7 August 2018

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It had all been so hard and scary. Yet today Jess felt calm everything in the garden was beautiful.She always thought of this corner as her secret place. They’d made such a fuss about her sitting out here, she’d won though. Alone now she was tired all pain gone she slipped away.

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Silence dark and  all embracing

Gentle moonlight bathes me

My heart slows finally  from racing

My  ears aware of  the  song of  the sea.

 

I look up to see  the  moon as it looks down on  me

My  soul is  filled with light  and peace

The moon floats in  ripples on  the  sea

I feel calmed  and  rested I have  found release.

 

Altered images who knows  which is  real

Is  the  solid  moon a reflection of  the rippling  one

Am I trapped  or am I free what is it I feel

I close  my  eyes all is  silent  all is  gone.

 

Goodbye and God Bless To A Dear Sister

The  machines  murmured and  slowly  stop their pings

As her  soul, finally  at  peace was  released  and  found it’s  wings.

After months  of  pain  and  strain she  was  free  to  run and laugh  again.

I hope  you  are  back  with  your  true love and  dancing  to  a sweet refrain.

 

God  Bless  you  sister  dear

I shall miss  you  so,  yet still feel  you near.

The wonderful  times  you have given me  are

Memories  I  shall never  forget. You are  next  to me not  afar.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Peace

Another of  my  old poems  for  Breast Cancer Awareness Month 

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The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances, it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently, no thought of stinging.

Children are playing along the road, they must be home from school.

Time, time is  my enemy always too fast, too slow never anybody’s fool.

I feel rested in the sun, relaxed maybe this is a new journey I have begun

Nothing to worry about anymore, nothing to rush for, nothing to come.

Gently things begin to fade, is this it or is just that I am lying in the shade

No I can no longer move , here comes the silent  peace I crave.

I am happy that there will be no more treatment or  pain

I am sorry for those who I love that will have to remain.

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently no thought of stinging.

I hope  they will not think me selfish, I could really fight no more

Here comes death to claim me and I feel safe as he leads me to his door.

Peace, peace  no pain, no needles  no scans  no sad sad smiles

I am going now, I love you all and I shall be here but  not seen, loving you  all the while……………….

 

 

Just a little explanatory  word. I wrote this poem one  afternoon last June, 2013, I do not know where it came from I just wrote it. It is about a person dying peacefully of some disease  say Cancer. I have not known any of my lost friends who have passed this way  but I wish  it could be like this . I wish death could of been gentle for them and for all  of us……….. please.

 

Suicide

Wet beneath my feet

Fresh morning smell, sweet.

Light between the green leaves

Early warmth, my skin gratefully receives.

 

Light on the water sparkling

Blinding  my eyes, thoughts darkling.

Early  bird in to the blue yonder soars

Reaching the bridge  my agony roars!

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Pain pounding in my head

Negating all good things said.

Heart bursting ,feet bleeding brain screaming

Reaching the edge of the bridge blinded by tears streaming.

 

Running  now I need the release

Stepping off the side craving peace.

No more  pain, no more hurt no more grief.

Falling now, floating now I welcome this feeling of relief.

 

The water is ice cold

I flail a little but find nought to hold.

Silence, silence soft as silk and so pure.

Peace at last I can endure no more.

 

 

 

Once I break my chains. SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday)

HOW MANY TIMES, ONCE, TWICE OR MORE

Must I remind  you not to treat me the way you did before.

I am no longer your doormat thrown upon the floor

For  you to wipe your feet upon when you walk in the door!

Things  were once upon a time that I would do anything for  you

Lie cheat, steal  beg , anything at all that you might  ask me too!

No more now, no not anymore . This worm has turned the  die has cast

I am a stronger better me , you can no longer control me as you have done so in the past!

This post is part of SoCS:  http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/03/01/socs-stream-of-consiousness-saturday-the-rules/

http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/03/07/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-814/

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2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

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FanFoFeb: I Cut therefore I bleed.

In goes  the blade and the blood seeps out

The relief is immediate all of the pain escapes in a spout.

You have to be careful  that the scars will not show

This  is yours  only, yours no one else must ever know.

 

This you secret, as dirty as can be

You need to cut yourself, you have to cut yourself  to be free.

Hounded all day and nagged at  by night

Why don’t  you go out anymore with your friends, why do you look such a fright.

 

Oh! that is a deep one, Oh! look at  the blood flow

The warm wet is comforting , this is really soothing you know.

Oh! it won’t  stop, what shall I do. OMG that’s  a pool of my blood on the floor.

I am feeling cold and tired , I’ll just close my eyes,I can’t fight anymore.

 

 

Lots of  young girls self harm and cut, it is true,

But never forget lots of young boys do this too.

Boys are  venerable and easy to hurt as well

They suffer  and pretend lost in their private hell.

 

Look out now  for your daughters  and sons

It is too late to help them if  they are dead and gone.

Watch out for the signs ,look out for signs of strife

If  you ignore them you could regret this  for the rest of your life.

 

 

 

Places of  help

http://www.harmless.org.uk/

http://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/types-of-mental-health-problems/self-harm/#.UwPhMvl_uSp

Or talk to me.

 

 

Cloud House

Gently springing through the clouds skipping stones

Escape at last  the hustle bustle and the mobile phones.

Finally all weights are lifted from your shoulders

Your are free now to enjoy dreams let your heart grow bolder.

Worries, leave  them all behind, forget harsh words they are so unkind

Cut the ties that keep you back  and undo the ribbons that you to the earth do bind

Smile and lift your arms up heavenward and float into the midnight sky

Lease your dreams and wishes now and up to your cloud house fly

From the tree to the door skip those stones, there are four.

Wave to the two geese in the yellow sky

And envy the ride in the balloon  as it sails by.

Relinquish those worries and watch your spirits soar!

Peace

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances, it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently, no thought of stinging.

Children are playing along the road, they must be home from school.

Time , time  my enemy always too fast, too slow never anybody’s fool.

I feel rested in the sun , relaxed maybe this is a new journey I have begun

Nothing to worry about anymore, nothing to rush for, nothing to come.

Gently things begin to fade, is this it or is just that I am lying in the shade

No I can no longer move , here comes the silent  peace I crave.

I am happy that there will be no more treatment or  pain

I am sorry for those who I love that will have to remain.

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently no thought of stinging.

I hope  they will not think me selfish, I could really fight no more

Here comes death to claim me and I feel safe as he leads me to his door.

Peace, peace  no pain, no needles  no scans  no sad sad smiles

I am going now, I love you all and I shall be here but  not seen, loving you  all the while……………….

 

Just a little explanatory  word. I wrote this poem this afternoon, I do not know where it came from I just wrote it. It is about a person dying peacefully of some disease  say Cancer. I have not known any of my lost friends who have passed this way  but I wish  it could be like this . I wish death could of been gentle for them and for all of us ……….. please.

 

I SHAKE AND SHUDDER AS YOU SET ME FREE

safe in my heart

Come dip under my skirts, hide here safe with me. Clamber up my body your hot hands touching my very soul. Senses I have denied so long, I shake and shudder as you set them free.

Yes come on to me I crave your company, let my gentle leaves caress you, and the lap of the nearby stream relax you let me press you, release your life’s love, pour it into me. I shake and shudder as you set me free.

Hide here with me no one shall see, run your hands and legs over me.Climb on top of me right to the top of my being. Look to the left and right tell me what you are seeing.I shake and shudder as you set me free.

Run your fingers along the length of my roots roll around on me push me gently you will bring forth my fruits. Straddle me, ride me, slide down me, push me. I shake and shudder as you set me free.

See the stars alight in the navy sky peeping through my fringe, let this night never end. You have my soul in your hand , on you I depend. Bury your face into me I am screaming in silence. OH! such joy. I shake and shudder as you set me free.I shake and shudder as you set me free.

I shudder and shake as you st me free.

I shake and shudder as you st me free.

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