June 2008 - Posts

• Hiding by Kelly

  The pills I hide from my roomate medication hastily swallowed or stashed deep in a drawer What would you think if you knew about my antidepressants? Would you still see me as me? or as a freak, mentally ill.  Labels for people like me, ascribed by people out of ignorance.  But I am not a spice jar.  I resent such things.  And I am weary from hiding.  Posted Jun 15 2008, 08:32 PM by Caitlin with no comments Filed under: antidepressants, pills, hiding

• Recovery by Kelly

  When you pass through a valley of tears and finally start climbing the other side, feel the sun begin to touch your face as you crest the top and step out onto new ground.  You laugh and cry, because you never dreamed life could be like this, never believed it - until you felt it for yourself!  A sweet ripe peach after years of vinegar. Posted Jun 15 2008, 07:59 PM by Caitlin with no comments Filed under: recovery

• Silence by Kelly

  Silence hurts it envelopes you so you can't move; and makes you fear if you do find the words- to utter your truth it will be scorned. Silence hurts as it stands menacingly between you and loved ones filling the throat with concrete the tongue with jagged glass... untill you bleed from the inside out and silence is replaced by sobs Posted Jun 15 2008, 07:44 PM by Caitlin with no comments Filed under: dark, silence