by Tanisha L Herrin
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
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Feelings in relation to depression.
There are days were I canít stand looking at the sunlight.
It bothers me because it doesnít seem right.
The sight is supposed to be calm, plentiful, and beautiful.
I would rather it be cloudy and dreary, to most this may sound dreadful.
I remember when along time ago when I was very young,
Seeing the sunrise marking a new day has begun.
The colors used to be soothing, comfy, and warm
Just like when the sun reappears following an afternoon storm.
I donít know what happened since then because I donít see that anymore,
The sight of day just reminds me that living is just a chore.
Not knowing or understanding what changes have come over me,
Even on the brightest days I sense darkness and thatís what I see.
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|Reviewed by Cynth'ya firstname.lastname@example.org
|Light is life Sis Tanisha...never be distracted by the dark--it is a liar.
God bless you,
cynth'ya lewis reed
|Reviewed by Sanja Dayslink
|A very deep and poignant write - well done. I enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing.
|Reviewed by Art Sun
|Dreary days are like the night ...
they come and go...
nice work on this thought...
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|WoW! Glad I gravitated to your direction! I can see through your style of writing, we write pretty similiar, just with our eyes open and ears, we can write what soon appears!
Your easy flow I have also come to know!
I enjoyed your poem and your heart Tanisha! Pretty name!
Warmest and Happiest of 2008! to you and your son, (Wondeful Bio page)
Come and take a peek into my heart and soul, as I write with an easy going flowwww... I write all genre's...
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I donít know what happened since then because I donít see that anymore,
I can relate to the feelings that you express in this poem, Tanisha. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
A poignant pen. Wanting to see the light, only beholding sadness. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.