Reaching Out From Inside

It seemed so long ago,
I disappeared from myself, and all I stood for,
cried for all I knew, and all I didn’t know,
and died inside, died as I had before.

I listened to the screaming beside me,
hated this place I was left to,
but I knew, I knew it was the path I’d come to pass,
and there would be light enough to pull me through.

I could see the pains of yesterday fading,
held the invisible hands of tomorrow,
found my way away from the house that wasn’t a home,
slowly making my place to be rebuilt with heart,
with it all, allowing the room enough to grow.

Filling in the spaces with smiles and laughter,
day by day the sad tears disappear,
each moment getting stronger,
time passing, lessening the fear.

A painting hanging on the wall,
one I’ve created with my own hand,
and I realize now how alive I am,
reaching out from deep inside, to truly understand.

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Poetry writer, artist, mother, daughter, and friend. Weaving words from the heart, the imagination is the art!
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10 Responses to Reaching Out From Inside

  1. slpmartin says:

    As always you convey such depth of emotions in your words…how you’ve grown personally resonates in this verse…bravo!

  2. Donna says:

    A poem of hope and promise and strength. A wonderful post April. Just wonderful!

  3. Maureen says:

    So good to have your voice on the page again, April. A deeply felt testament to strength, faith, and hope.

  4. Sheila Moore says:

    I’m so glad to see you back :)

  5. youpaintyourselfwhite says:

    welcome back my dear friend! so much dark behind you but i truly believe, a bright path ahead in your life.
    your words soaked with emotions in flow, i felt them so close…
    hope to see you soon again!
    thousand hugs, cristina

  6. I wanted to stop by and thank you all for your comments, they mean, as always so very much to me. My current situation has been a struggling one, a lot of tears, worries, and even some very difficult things I’ve encountered in the last few months that have taken a lot out of me yet at the same time somehow grant something back I’ve needed for a long time…I guess life’s true awakenings. ~ Each day seems another step, something new…something trying…and also things that are rewarding. Hanging pictures on a wall I could call my own seems a good start that granted me a smile (if you only fully knew how much) ….sometimes it can be hard to breathe, I have my moments where I feel like I’ve not gotten very far but deep down I know I have. I know I’m making it somehow with the help of those around me. (again if you only knew how much but I guess all that is best is not the easiest) All of the tiniest things so many take for granted…the most important in everything. A lot of support and a lot of love has a strong tendency to go a long way and make things better. I love you all for being a part of that…it means so much…and as I make my way through I assure you, my writing will pick up!!! You are missed!

  7. I loved the line of the “invisible hands”. Tomorrow is truly invisible; you can’t see what’s going to happen. I’m very glad that I’ve stumbled upon your blog. Although I’ve only browsed through some of your writings I think you’re very much worthy of being nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award. Keep writing, your words are filled with beauty.

  8. zongrik says:

    sounds like the poster poem for depression.

  9. Deb Aldridge says:

    I know those feelings all too well. I’ve been through so many ups and downs in my life. I’m going through a really tough time right now, so keep me in your thoughts as you are always in mine, my friend.

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