Tag: Sadness

MwsR Poem

Sadness. By MwsR

Too much because of too little
A lot because of the feelings.
Time is too late because the heart was too fake
Endless because it has overflowed the soul.
Infinite it will remain.

Without warning it climbed onto your very life
Taking under its own self, the only escape.
Parched are your eyes from losing too many tears, while seeing so clearly.
If bandaids could cover one’s inner hurts.

Desperately anguish survives
To merely show one of what hold that it has on them
Breaking anything that gets in it’s path
It will not waiver from it’s wrath.
To simply exist is it’s special torture.

Longing becomes survival
Survival just means to be here or there
Nothing really to gaze upon and understand
Imaginatively giving you it’s reprimand.
One chance, backed into a corner
Frantic for escape
When this sadness is the captor.
Sadness will have the upper hand.

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Caleb

I’m not sure why but God chose you

He left my heart with a hole

I still find myself looking for you, wishing.

With each can of catfood I open I see you in my mind

Your eagerness to devour all the contents inside.

Special is a word I would describe our relationship as

Special as in extra wonderful

You were the sweetest, most gentle cat.

Your eyes were like marbles with green hues and shades of gold.

Watching you pass from this life towards the great beyond was,

Difficult and agonizing to say the least.

As I sang to you like you always loved,

I assured you it was okay to pass.

I begged God to ease your suffering and let you eternally rest.

You are and were my little “love”.

The morning greeter, the kindest cat,

Forever may my songs ease your heart, and God hold you close.

Something so great as you, God needed to.

In loving memory and sorrow at the loss of my cat, Caleb…

MwsRwritings, MWSR 2023, September

Quote

Quote

“Sadness is a super important thing not to be ashamed about but to include in our lives. One of the bigger problems with sadness or depression is there’s so much shame around it. If you have it you’re a failure.”

― Mike Mills

Poem

Sadness. By MwsR

Too much because of too little

A lot because of feelings.

Time is too late because the heart was too fake

Endless because it has overflowed the soul.

Infinite it will remain.

Without warning, it climbed onto your very life

Taking under its self, the only escape.

Parched are your eyes from losing too many tears while seeing so clearly.

If bandaids could cover one’s inner hurts.

Desperately anguish survives

To merely show one of what hold that it has on them

Breaking anything that gets in its path

It will not waiver from its wrath.

To simply exist is its special torture.

Longing becomes survival

Survival just means to be here or there

Nothing really to gaze upon and understand

Imaginatively giving you it’s a reprimand.

One chance, backed into a corner

Frantic for escape

When this sadness is the captor.

Sadness will have the upper hand.

Greatest Woe by MwsR

This old world can bring sadness

There are people ruled by their madness

The majority of us are brokenhearted

Separated and our loved ones have departed.

The greatest woe a person can feel

Is ridiculously hard, if you don’t take time to kneel

Pondering the events that eventually will come

When you or your loved one

Has a tragedy, a happening, or occurrence of pain

The kind that swiftly transforms what is in your brain

It will wipe your joy and laughter, right out the door

Take with it anything it wants to implore

Woe has it’s own recommendations,

It wants to create some new creations

Regardless of race, creed, culture, or color

It will grab hold, till you feel like you should hollar

You can fight, but without something greater,

Your greatest woe makes you shout louder

It shares nothing and takes it all

Even those memories you’ve been able to recall

The greatest woe comes from some of the doubt and fear

A whole lot of disappointments, a lot of tears

A bundle created and made just for you

It is there, always waiting, to.

So, if you don’t want to feel it

Don’t let it!

Learn to put emotions in their proper place,

Walk around with a smile upon your face

For no reason at all

Those tears will sometimes fall

But that means you are still able, still alive

To recreate your heart and your life.

No sense in letting things dwell

When your heart has the power to heal

To change you from the inside out.

That is what I am talking about!

Apparently by MwsR

Feeling as if there is just one tomorrow
Inside this ache filled with sorrow. Wishing it all to be a bad dream
Apparently, though it is as real as it seems.
MwsR

MwsR Writings

Christmas Tears

By MwsR

One day she was going to decorate her house just like you see it done in magazines and movies…but not today. She just couldn’t get into the Christmas spirit. Today she found herself thinking of Christmas’s past. She felt the feelings she had felt before, today she remembered it all.

It’s easy to get swept up in holiday traditions but what if your holiday traditions were erased? Hers had been, she had to understand though that all was not lost. She needed to know that holidays were and could be so much more than tradition.

This year, this time, she needed to find the meaning behind, the traditions and gatherings.

See for her there was so much that life had changed for her, that she needed to gather what she could. She needed meaning not traditions to keep her going.

When she was a child everything was so exciting, she missed that feeling. Now that she grew older she longed for trueness, a realism she didn’t get from all the holiday hustle and bustle, or from all the worrying over bills versus buying presents. Her world should be more. More than that she wanted everyone around her to be grateful.

Why should she struggle? Why couldn’t it look at easy as tv or movies, in that they all had smiles, presents, and cheer?

She really thought hard and tried to find something that she could internally use, use to feel better.

Alongside remembering past holidays, she remembered those who were no longer in her present, and she cried. She just sat there and felt the loss like it was happening there at that moment. She thought about the true meaning of Christmas and the sacrifice that people gave many years ago, where two parents that had a newborn that was despised by man, yet loved and awaited by millions. The sacrifice they made to make sure he was safe and cared for. They left their family, their homes and their own comforts.

Sometimes, she thought, one must give more than they ever will receive in return. Sometimes no matter where we have been we can still find a place to belong. It all is in our hearts and minds, she thought.

Her Christmas tears turned on her mind, but she found the strength to keep trying, to keep looking for the answers, but with a newness of heart.

Christmas tears, the ones shed so long ago in a manger, now in her own eyes…that made life seem clearer around this time of year.

The lesson is life can bring you down but if you look, more than you think can be found.