They were cruel and full of hate

I wished for it to abate

Fear and sadness filled my life

Abuse and neglect was so rife

As an adult it affected me so

Having days at an all time low

My thoughts running away

Every night when I lay

PTSD was my diagnosis

Forever I thought I would be broken

Especially when the depression takes hold

And I could not be consoled

I await with anxious trepidation

For the nasty invasion,

Of pain and grief that burdens me

For one day I will be totally free

I am in healing,

And explain all my feelings

To those who listen

To take me out of my mental prison

Recovery out of this depression

So long awaited heaven

For I shall always take my medication

And be a good little patient

For thanks I have for my husband

Who was ever so reluctant

To see me into self destruction

For his love for me was so great

My shoulders are lighter

My future looks brighter

No more will have these burdens

Now jumped over hurdles

This is the first time I’ve ever written a poem I suppose you call it, I always worry if my blog is worth reading or if I make sense or if people understand. I strive for perfection which is exhausting!

Karina ❤️

Author: karinao86

Mother of 3 boys, wife to one man and lover of horses. Mental health sufferer in recovery.

2 thoughts on “Woes”

  1. Thank you for sharing your poem – I can relate to it all too well. I enjoy reading your blog, and understand what you go through as you try to heal. Thanks for having the courage to share your thoughts and feelings with us, your readers. Many blessings to you.

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