An opinion on stress, written in a poem.

I thought I could still win.

And you too, why not?

The world is huge.

But aftermath,

Caused a problem for me.

With Lies,

Gossip, & deceit.

Half truths that did not,

Include you.

& When they came,

To make me pay.

For what? 

Who knows?

They did not say.

It was for blood.

It was about blood.

Not meant to see the light of day,

That’s when I learned,

Real heartbreak.

It’s not from one, 

but all the love, 

The one and only,

We are One Love.

At 17, 25, 

and 3 years late, 

to every life.

Three times now,

The lights went out,

and darkness stays 

With me these days.

I still dream,

I can’t get out.

I can’t run,

I cajole,

On my knees.

I scream, 

I yell.

And your friends, 

Just laugh and tell.

I wake up,

In a sweat.

Tears stream down.

And wondering how,

To make it through.

The message comes,

Across my screen.

& says 9 Lives,

You will get through,

If you can live with this for years?

Can you let it?

Even feel it?

If nothing changes…

Will you live it?

I feel the words,

Vibration true.

I don’t like it, 

Can’t conceive it.

But slowly I,

Do believe it.

Day by day,

Is how renew.

And if that’s so,

Then I must do.

I realized then.

And then is now still.

I am a mess, 

Anyway, anyhow.

And my address:

Day 724, Panic Attack Avenue

So if this is it,

How it will be.

Then I can.

& we shall see.

& breathing still,

Is how I do. 

The next one comes

At trigger 22.

I have know clue.

What tomorrow brings…

Don’t hold your breath.

I hope,

 The truth.

The others not as lucky as you.

It wasn’t the promise,

That tomorrow would be better, 

It was believing,

That I could surrender, 

Let go, 

Lose,

And maybe never get better.

It was acceptance,

That Just got me through.

It’s normal now,

In my own grasp,

And now I know,

This too shall pass.