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Treasure of Old

Treasure of Old how much have you foretold

Thy Kingdom comes and yet none unfolds

The truth of all those years-

Thoughts that scattered like leaves in the wind hoping to land safely from the shattered.

Thoughts of pain.

Thoughts of confusion.

Thoughts of frustration.

Thoughts of light.

Thoughts lost.

Thoughts found.

Never ending not a single sound.

Another door opens while another closes.

Weeping like shadows in the pavements only witches can do such poses.

Seeking, searching, longing for strength from the eyes of those who look at you in such awe and yet do not see the depth of such jaws.

I was only a messenger, a mission given to me for a time, and I succeeded.

Left treasures behind for those who needed.

Now its time to start anew, another life, another rebirth, to be sown, scavenged from beneath the earth, to start a new day, but this time I have a mission of my own.

To create, to learn, to grow, and to become the body, the mind, the soul I like to call home.


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I wake up with tears when I have these dreams that make my mind spin.

I hate trying to interpret and understand and cause myself to stress over an illusion that’s not there.

Good or bad my brain is exhausted of trying to comprehend what it all means.

There are days I wish I was a cat and wish I just slept 16 hours a day, straight through, no dreams, not having to endure the pain of waking up to a world that chooses not to understand me.

I swallow the golf ball I feel in my throat allowing the slobber of tears dry on my cheeks while I stress once again over nothing.

I get up waiting for the dream to end, realizing it was another rumination of negative thinking, another anxiety-inducing thought, another whirl-wind, another p.m.s.

To find the light of the sun beating me with its warmth telling me to wake-up, hoping I can sleep one day with the lights off.

Still feeling the after effects of the depression I once had years ago that still slip through whenever I am extremely worried or distressed.

Feeling happy once again trying to understand why I let my mind go through all that mess.

Feeling happy and content that I made it through that suicidal state.

Feeling happy that I was able to conquer my own mind.

Feeling happy that I found love and a purpose for my life.

And here I am to tell you-you can and will get through it too.

And this is only a temporary quest on its way to find the treasure chest.


For those suffering through depression,mental illness,and/or any difficulty you will get through this I promise you. 💕



Till the morning…⛅

As morning comes and night is dawn…

My spirit awakens and beats as one…

My shallow breath breaks anew…

As spirit lies beneath the womb…

Which allows my soul to yonder and sleep…

What lies beneath the hidden creek…

A city of mountains, a fierce lagoon, what beckons life to come out and bloom?

A tidal wave of epic proportions…

Behind winds of hollard devotions…

Into the hidden cracks of sleepy hollow…

It is I who wishes to see what lies beneath the shallows.



Lesson Learned

It took awhile…

More then I can measure…

It was like life was beating me up ever so constantly; into the person I never thought I would become or finally accept.

It left alot of scars and constant repair…

I think I know it now…

I think I finally understand…

I may never fully understand the why but I refuse to cause myself anymore damage in figuring out the how…

It just is…

I think I can live with that and see where life takes me next…

The journey will always be unknown no matter how many paths you take.