The days and nights
Are a continuous reel.
Break the monotony of
my currant world
and my playground
My pit of demise.
Sing for me a gentle peace
From away from my edge
If you were to fall,
I would not forgive myself
Take my androgonous shell
Hold me and break free
the wounded frail soul which I hold
Deep within my cursed and
swollen exterior.
Ax
I need to escape this. I am trying, but things are not going well. I am a pretty optomistic type as well. I will continue writing..makes me feel better. Does my poem make sense? It does to me..
i really liked it!! i am sorry things arent going well fo ryou.. i know how hard it must be for you....... big hugs and keep writing xo jenn
__________________ jennifer, 33years old
long island, new york
dxd 2001
searching for new therapies/meds for pcos
met/gluc not working as well..but on 1000mgxr
married on 9/28/06 to keith
Thanx Jenn, I'll be better. I just feel like wrtting pretty depressing poetry from time to time...I'll live. You're gorgeous btw...take care of yourself! Ax
Hi, Anneliese I enjoyed your poem, and yes it made sense. Good for you for finding an outlet to express your feelings. What a great step toward overcoming your depression. I hope your world becomes a happier place, soon and that someday we can read a poem you've written about your feeling better. In the meantime, thank you for sharing your healing powers with the rest of us. Hugs, Lendi
__________________ It's ok to cry if you're sad. Tears are God's little safety valve.
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my shell, my swollen exterior 
I enjoyed your poem, and yes it made sense. Good for you for finding an outlet to express your feelings. What a great step toward overcoming your depression. I hope your world becomes a happier place, soon and that someday we can read a poem you've written about your feeling better. In the meantime, thank you for sharing your healing powers with the rest of us. Hugs, Lendi
