The Rage Within
Deep in her dark, torturous
mind she would dwell.
No one really knew
her own personal hell.
To the world she presented
a woman who was care-free.
No one really knew her,
not even her own family.
One day she lashed out at all,
shocking everyone she knew.
She held it in as long as she
could, but finally it all blew.
Friends and family, very concerned,
stepped in to help her out.
She no longer was in control,
she knew without a doubt.
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I woke up at 4 AM and couldn’t sleep. This poem wanted to be written. There are times when I couldn’t write a poem if my life depended on it and other days it has to come out. There would be no more sleep until this was done. This is non-fiction. This is what is in my head and what happened recently.
I remember when you wrote about those days. I hope you are in a better place now (and are able to sleep tonight without poems keeping you awake!)
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At the moment the midnight poems are quiet. I am more at peace right now between returning to God and church and the new medication which seems to be working so far. However, I can get side-effects even months after starting so right now I am happy to be feeling pretty good.
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