A Blog about PTSD, and Mental Health, with a bit of poetry sprinkled in along the way.
As the rain gently falls
we remember those who are
with us in our hearts
They will always be a part of us
We honor their heart and soul
surrounded by their essence
as we tend to the flowers of the earth
©Alexis Rose, image source: Pixabay
Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph
For many ’tis the season
of
places to go
things to do
friends and family
For many ’tis the season
of
loneliness, painful memories
hunger, grief, and sadness
Breathe in joy, gratefulness, and thankfulness
breathe out compassion
Compassion for the many
who look at the calendar
and silently say Jan 2nd can not come soon enough
Joy for the many
who love everything about this season
Room to feel compassion, joy, and understanding
so the many, the few, and the silent
are seen, heard and understood
©Alexis Rose. Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash
Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph
The words dried up
and stuck deep in my throat
before they blew away
I watched them swirl
like the dry autumn leaves
before they were swept up
and dispersed by the winds
Maybe its the season
or a fluke
a phase, the moon
or a moment in time
I’m sure there’s more to say
But for now
the words lay quiet
silenced by blankets of snow
still, resting, waiting
until the sun shines warm with the promise of spring
©Alexis Rose, Image source: Pixabay
Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph
A quick glance to the right
triggered the shiver from the deepest
part of my soul
Like a whisper in the night
bringing memory into focus
I’m stopped in my tracks
and enshrouded
in a dark and heavy fog
A series of photographs
posed, and etched deep inside my mind
play quickly, vividly
like a silent filmstrip
then fades
leaving muted color
and vague felt-sense memory
Lodged behind a scrim
and never completely melting away
I walk along, wondering
what happened on that day
what happened behind the glass when I glanced to the right
Will, it ever be okay
Will, it ever go away
©Alexis Rose; photographer: Janet Rosauer
Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph
Dark shadows once quiet
whisper
come with me
Tempting me
with safe corners
in darkened rooms
Shadows playing on the wind
then falling
deep into silence
tempting me to follow
I learned long ago
to listen to the shadows
to feel the yin
to acknowledge the damp, deep cold
I’ll settle in
with the softest of down
and multi-layers of love
until the whispering dark shadows
are quiet once again
Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph
Enter the garden
which grew out of friendship
trust, and tender care
The delicate petals hold our secrets
gently and safely urging
us to let go, grow, and breathe
the colors of peace
©Alexis Rose, image source: Pixabay
Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph
I took a drive down bad memory lane
and saw you looming on the street
You looked much smaller than I remembered
standing there alone and unfamiliar
When I turned my head to pass you by
I thought I heard you shutter and sway
quickly trying to shake the ghosts awake
saying, look, look who’s back
Did I take a wrong turn
or did I need to see that the power is gone
and the ghosts have long passed
I wasn’t back; I had to be sure
With a wry smile
I headed north on a twisted road
the air turning clean and crisp
north, where the sun dances with the sky
and the stars are thick with wonder
far, far away from bad memory lane
©Alexis Rose, Image source: Pexels
Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph
