Tag Archives: depression
Searching For Peace
I longed for a place, my body to rest to quiet my troubled mind, I searched for someone to share my thoughts a face that seemed patient and kind. Through shopping centre and city park I roamed, but all in … Continue reading
Congestion
Traffic doesn’t flow heart rate is too slow patience is lost brain covered in frost nothing moves as it should it isn’t good – congestion. ©2016 Sharron R. McMillan
Calming Our Trees
We walked our trails today, the shorter, lower trails, closer to where the neighbours are logging. We had to calm our trees, reassure them that no one will be coming close to them with their murderous weapons. We stood, quaking … Continue reading
Searching For Peace
I longed for a place, my body to rest to quiet my troubled mind, I searched for someone to share my thoughts a face that seemed patient and kind. Through shopping centre and city park I roamed, but all in … Continue reading
Hedgehog
Curled up like a hedgehog prickly side out not to hurt but to protect. Stroke gently till tight coil relaxes, reveals sweet face and trusting eyes. Your touch has worked its magic again. ©2015 Sharron R. McMillan
Sad Tree
The News
You listen to it all day, over and over, the same gruelling stories of human degradation. Thankfully you understand my need not to hear it. You plug your ears with the sound so that it goes directly into your brain … Continue reading
PS
In every ray of sunshine and every drop of rain. Every night and every day I am telling you again In every situation, in your loneliness and fear I reach down and I touch you to show you I am … Continue reading
Hollywood Hospital
Hollywood Hospital, not in Hollywood but in New Westminster BC. It wasn’t a hospital, really, more of a hotel for those sick of life. There were no stars, only actors, playing unfinished dramas about their own lives. Alcoholic matrons checked … Continue reading
Shattered
The shattered guitar hung on the wall dried roses stuffed into its broken body, her constant companion since she was twelve, heard every song and sob, travelled with her, in her dreams and her despair… broken now beyond repair. Transformed … Continue reading
Survivor
I have no delusions of sharing my pain, telling others how to live through the anguish of the soul. It is enough that I survived it. I need not become great or famous to make up for the pain. I … Continue reading
So Many Wounds
So many wounds, Oh God, inflicted on your children by your children. How can we be healed. Who will heal us, if not you if not each other. ©1992 Sharron R. McMillan
Strands
Sometimes the strands that hold me to this life seem so thin and frayed. I feel I could give one great tug and float quietly away above all the pain and confusion. Just a few thin strands holding me and … Continue reading
hernibs 