Bee's Journey

Posted by Bee on Mon, 22 Jun 2015

Down in the Valley 

The need to live
won't stop me
feeling suicidal,

for instance, 
fear of facing death
only wakes the will to live.

It doesn't take away
the lack of something
real to live for,

or fill the emptiness,
or take away the hopelessness 
of what we are about to face.

Looking down into that valley,
my fear warns me to stand,
and while my waning courage

urges me to jump
into the darkness,
deep inside my soul

I know I won't;
I wouldn't be allowed to
go out, flying in the face of love.

 

Bin Day

Thursday is bin day
I hear the early drums announce
collection and wonder 
how many more...

only the beginning 
of the great unknown
advancing into my brain
like a slow train of recognition.

How many springs will bluster, 
blossoming in and out; 
yellow daffs fading
in otherwise empty beds
before Summer spreads

her glorious gown
across the warming earth,
and Autumn sheds 
her golden robe;

till Winter saunters in for me,
cold? Seems important to know
The drums are distancing -
for now... Another Thursday

I should throw 
these ugly thoughts away;
questions, unanswerable
as yet, chucked out

like discarded living.
The no longer wanted,
not needed,
unused,
uneaten,
wasted.

This is rubbish. 

Comments

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Even at the darkest times there still seems to be a little glimmer of hope, alooking forward.

Before Summer spreads her glorious gown

and Autumn sheds her golden robe

So beautiful, gives me goosebumps in the context of the poem.

Take care Bee

Lindy

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Lindy.

Bee

Submitted by blighters rock on

Great writing, Bee! Stay positive and all will be well. I'm thinking about you and sending out good thoughts for your full recovery.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks BR. Thoughts are much appreciated. 

Bee

Submitted by celticman on

Reminds me a bit of Ruth Pitter's 'In the Open' 

Move into the clear

Keep still, take your stand

Out in the place of fear

On the bare sand

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks CM I love that.

Bee

Submitted by love_writing on

Your poems are beautifully honest....keep writing :)

love_writing

Submitted by Bee on

I will keep writing - and you too. x

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

Your honesty is very important to you - as is sharing your thoughts and feelings. I expect most people who have been told they have a limited time to live think similar things, but perhaps are unable or unwilling to express them. I think your words will help those people realise that they are not alone in their times of despair. I wish that they and you will have many more times of hope.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks for your perfect wish, Jean. There is hope, and it's well worth clinging to. Good reminder.

Bee

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on

Moving, scary, uplifting, hopeful...and about a zillion other emotions.

You're in a tunnel Bee, not a mine shaft. They're both dark, dreary, frightening places but when you come out the other end, the light will be so MUCH brighter than it was going in.

Good luck and keep writing - we'll keep reading!

Chris 

Submitted by jolono on

Hi Bee. life is scary, thats a fact. It's also a journey. Keep positive and take one day at a time. Stay focused on the good things and the bad ones won't seem so bad. Great poetry as always.

Joe.