Bits & Pieces
two weeks till Christmas and all though the house
Not a thing is
prepared and its quiet as a mouse
children are sad cause their mothers not there
ill in the hospital- its surely unfair!
its happened before, and the kids have no hope
this will different - they'll just have to cope.
been two long weeks since this relapse began
she went without sleep for a house spic and span
speech was so rapid, they scare understood
excitement and restlessness more than it should
her irritable mood, her anger and fear
way beyond normal, that much was quite clear!
family decided (it wasn't too soon)
hospitalize her that same afternoon...
they went down to visit the following week
no longer smiled....and would barely speak
mood was so low she just wanted to sleep
be left all alone to think and to weep
stayed in her bed refusing all food
they tried made a change in her mood
depression grew worse and the pain grew inside
the only solution seemed to be suicide
gradually the medicines given her worked
emerged from the dark to the world she had shirked
professionals call it manic depression
bipolar disorder...but thats just an expression
people who have it really know best
this illness can be an impossible test
get back to the family I'm talking about
seems they will have to manage without
gifts and the turkey, the music and tree
up happily all will agree
exchange for a wife and mother most dear
be home from the hospital just in time for New Year!
PATH OF GLASS
seems that I have always travelled the path of sharpest stone
was the way soft to my feet
the branches of the path were as shattered glass
so I came across a pair of boots
if made of the finest goatskin
caressed my bones
chased the dreams away
boots though soft
a will of their own
many nights had passed
I wore them even to bed
miles moved under my feet
the path became furious and fast
pieces of gravel
their way into the most obscure cracks
itched and scratched my feet
had become soft without protection of their own
soles were nailed to the bottoms
I would be ever farther from the path
insulated from the sensation of walking
thicker soles and thicker again
like Troy, even the journey stopped
one was asked for help
fearful was I that they might steal these leathers
the life inside my soul ebbed
slipped them from my weary feet
the path of glass
countless tiny cuts to form and bleed
a trail of my pain behind me
the oil of their love nto my soul
cuts still formed but healing came faster
I walked the path
learned to accept the pain of the journey
my reward for removing the boots
isn't much left in this world that offers
yet doesn't cost a cent. The hug, freely given
received, is an exchange between two people
shared thoughts and emotions. It costs
in the currency of the world but its returns
can be used at any time and is fully returnable.
can express emotions running the full range from
or despair to happiness or elation.
can say "hello" or "good-bye with warmth and
can tell a friend in trouble "I really care,
can tell a sick person "I'm here for you, please
has no unpleasant side effects.
generates good will and elevates self esteem.
offers comfort and consolation in a warm
can simply be a gesture to say "I love you"
you be my friend?"
makes both parties feel cared about and accepted
SOMEONE A HUG TODAY!!!
cluster together, cornered, confused...
gather at the junction, waiting for direction.
whispers..."step here, step there, smile, nod, complete the day."
know the rhythm...distant, but familiar
do it in my sleep.
guard releases it's hold. Then another.
open road scenery. Light peeks through.
move purposefully, confidently...there are tasks to be done.
shadows explode!. Brilliant radiance smashes in!! Washes the
delicious, escape! EVERYONE is my friend!!! I CAN DO ANYTHING!!!
wide, breath clear...I AM INVINCIBLE!!!
scramble to the side.
I can outrun it this time."
sliding..down to my knees.
blanch through tightened grasp.
ANYONE HEAR THAT????
return from the round trip.
to know..."what next"?
- Linda Staples