August 2009 Archives
MY ROCK
for Bryanna, my Daughter & my Friend
In Everyone’s Life,
Some Rocks Tumble, then Fall.
But My Rock, Won’t Trap Me,
Against the House Wall.
Very Calm & So Patient,
Which is Plain to See.
Her Strength to Encourage,
To Be, All I Can Be.
My Rock, is Original.
My Rock, has No Twin.
Stops, Thinks, & Reminds,
Of How Painful It’s Been!
I Was Thankful, Now Grateful.
God’s Gift, Now a Friend.
She Often Will Guide Me
My Friend, Til The End.
Tribulation with Trials,
She Watched Me Go Through.
Confidently She Speaks,
Humbly, Gives Her Ears Too.
Whoever Would Think,
My Rock is a Bright Girl…
Who’s Still Questioning Life,
But Must Share My Cruel World.
This Day, She Will See,
She Means So Much To Me.
Un-Conditional Love,
IN – DE – FI – NATE – LY
Copyright ©2009 Tiffany Sheets
DEPRESSIVE TIMES
MY HEART
My caged heart that from the start’s a nightmare all it’s own;
If one could see the pain in me, impossible, to leave the truth alone.
DEPRESSIVE ANXIETY
MUCH ANXIETY ROAMS MY HEAD.
OFTEN MAKES ME CURL IN BED.
FORCING TO SEE WHERE I’M LED, SO
DEPRESSED THOUGHTS CONTROL WHAT’S SAID.
PSYCHO BITCH
THERE ONCE WAS A CRAZED PSYCHO BITCH.
ONE WHOSE MOOD WAS UNSTABLE, “COULD SWITCH.”
OFTEN TIMES FEELING GRIM,
CAUSE HER FUTURE WAS DIM.
“SCRATCH THAT SHIT, OR END IN A DEEP DITCH.”
CONFUSION
I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE
I DON’T WANT TO BE
I DON’T WANT TO
I DON’T WANT
I DON’T
I
I DON’T
I DON’T WANT
I DON’T WANT TO
I DON’T WANT TO BE
I DON’T WANT TO BE THERE
LIFE SO BREEZY
IT SOME TIMES MAKES ME QUEAZZY.
TO KNOW SOME HAVE LIFE BREEZY.
THINGS SAID ARE MEANT REAL SLEEZY.
THAT MAKES ME JUST HAULT, FREEZY.