Waking up

By Patrick Harnish

1995

 

I woke up one morning

I found struggles abound

I wanted so much to be caring

So much that has to be unwound.

 

As I went to bed that night

Keeping all that’s sacred tight

Slumbering in gods embrace

To wake up with sweat all over my face

 

I tremble with fear

Days of torture that haunts me dear

The pain and memories intense

I lie awake in suspense

 

I am alive each day

To survive another way

Another day to wane

Only to live with the pain

 

Thoughts unpleasant

Images persistent

Like the outgoing tide

Distantly, I cried

 

What is the purpose?

What is this pain?

I feel helpless

I feel like I’ve been slain

 

Inside I fall apart

A deep pain in my heart

Unable to express how I feel

I lie back down, hoping that I will heal

 

Creaks in the floor make me jump

Always on the lookout and alert

Bracing for that big thump

Expecting that hurt

 

Forcing it all from my mind

A prayer of peace for man kind

Tucking myself in tight

I go back to sleep that night

 

 

 This poem represents the wooden floors we had in our old home. They were creaky, and I didn't like them, it also shows the abuse that was felt.

 

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The Mind

By Patrick Harnish

January 29, 2009

 

The mind is a fragile place

Sometimes dozing into space

Taking for granted all you know

Hoping the mind will grow

 

The birds around you chirp loud

Your mind filled with a cloud

You think of better days

But what would I say

 

I was on the computer today

And knew that I would be okay

I wrote to them that night

As I found myself in fright

 

They said talk to the school today

And everything will be okay

I spoke up very loud and cried

I knew they were on my side

 

As they whisked me away

I heard my self say

Thanks to you my friend

That this is not my end

 

My mind is open and alive

Again I was able to thrive

Peace and joy in my life

With no danger or strife

 

Off I go happy and unafraid

No need for a new Band-Aid

A love so kind and sweet

That I didn’t miss a beat

 

I will keep you in my prayers

And know that someone cares.

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