A light.
At the end of this tunnel.
Freedom.
Within my reach.
Spreading good vibes.
Everywhere.
A life worth so much more than this!
How will I make it?
My destiny!
My chosen path!
I go at this somewhat alone.
Maintaining a sense of calm.
With a life.
That is dull but not empty.
With a life.
That is broken but not lost.
Preceded by a sense of happiness.
Which nobody can deny!
Category / Poetry
A Reconciliation Of Faith (A Poem)
Faith is available!
When you are open to it (or seek it).
Unfortunately, faith is muddied!
For me, faith is not what mainstream people say it is.
It is highly personal and tailored to my own steadfast interpretation!
Few churches could ever get that right!
Especially when politics are infused with mainstream!
I grow by my own persistence.
I Want To Cry (A Poem)
Let the tears come.
Let them roll down my face.
I want to cry.
Badly.
I want to let all the pain and struggle out!
Just for today!
Get it out.
Let it be done.
Gone.
And, let me start all over!
With a fresh perspective perhaps!
One that will make this difficult life seem easier.
Just for today!
Let it all be better!
Try To Live (A Poem)
Something happened and now I am not living.
Not that I was living before. Well, I was. Sort of…
Which is what makes this hard!
As soon as medication was introduced into my life, everything changed.
And so, the long road to accepting a medication regimen began.
Today, I am accepting of my needs in this area!
But, did it have to come at the cost of whatever life I was involved with?
Apparently, it did. To at least some recognizable degree!
After all, I wasn’t carrying on like a successful person does!
There was what appeared to be progress, but I know different.
I was living a life that I was not prepared for!
I was stuck in a way of being that was not healthy or even sustainable!
My job today… Find some semblance of peace with my life in its entirety.
I will get there, if the past has taught me anything. I will!
But, I want to do more than try to live.
What Is Real And What Isn’t (A Poem)
I just don’t know.
I once heard that reality is “just an agreement.”
But, as a society, we don’t agree on much!
That’s why community is so damn important!
And, within a community, you find those people who help you to see…
These are the people you click with!
You have similarities and you have differences.
And, while I don’t always know what is real and what isn’t…
I am hopeful that you are as real as I am!
I don’t want to worry about pathological liars…
Is it easier to stay home with a chronic illness?
Yes, in some cases.
Because I know I am “unable.”
So, I do THIS!
I have symptoms that disrupt my life…
As I know many of you do!
We’ll get through a lot of these situations together!
Just to know none of us are alone is good!
It’s real good…
One day at a time!
Every time!
Most People Don’t Have A Problem With Mental Illness Until Someone With Mental Illness “Expresses Themselves” (A Poem)
How many of you can relate?
I’ve all but seen people back away when I express myself.
Namely on social media.
What are they thinking?
I was fine when I appeared normal, no doubt!
But now… Now when I’m ill… look out!
Does it ever get better? The illness? The scrutiny? Life?
For me (as someone who is medicated), I’d like to think a lot of my good days are now behind me.
Whats done is done.
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Book Review: Here Until I’m Gone (& Thoughts on Therapeutic Writing) — Mental Health @ Home
Here Until I’m Gone Here Until I’m Gone: 40 Poems About Trauma, Illness, And The Inevitability Of Death is a booklet of poetry by Mio Angelo of Mentally Ill in America. The poems capture the challenges of living with chronic mental illness, including dealing with the ignorance of others. He writes about finding healing from […]
Book Review: Here Until I’m Gone (& Thoughts on Therapeutic Writing) — Mental Health @ Home
Wrong, Selfish, And Neglectful (A Poem From “Here Until I’m Gone”)
Having kids and living life may be worth it,
Unless it’s as the title describes.
It’s terrible to think about their being neglect.
Not living?
Or, being put in a position of deep despair,
Of chronic illness?
Nothing can prepare the educated mind for a life of misery.
Nothing can make the person who just wants to live,
Do anything but!
It is profoundly sad!
And, life just drags on and on!
There is no legal remedy for my parent’s decision to procreate.
But, worse, there is no legal recourse for my parent’s neglect.
Check out my poem book of all new poems!
“Here Until I’m Gone: 40 Poems About Trauma, Illness, And The Inevitability Of Death” is complimentary and is available now!
My Poem Book Is Complimentary And Is Now Available!
Good morning, fellow bloggers! 🙂
Available (and, complimentary to my readers) as of November 15, 2020…
“Here Until I’m Gone: 40 Poems About Trauma, Illness, And The Inevitability Of Death” by Mio Angelo.
Check it out here…
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And, if you’re so inclined…
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—Mio Angelo
The Right To Exist (A Poem)
How long will I hold on?
As long as I need to!
Or want to really.
As long as I can!
It’s not talked about all that much.
The differences in our beliefs.
You believe in things I can’t fathom,
And, I am sure you feel pretty much the same about me.
However, the main difference between us,
Is an understanding of basic human rights!
I, inherently, by virtue of being alive,
Have the right to exist, and to do so, without your interference!
Focusing on the idea of basic human decency as well,
You may go onto deny, but I will not (forget)!
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