An Empty life (poetry)
An Empty Life
Alone in a world full of people
A haunting silence in a room full of noise
A bittersweet ending to a life of coldness
A life of emptiness
A life of stabbing pain
Hold on!
Grasping onto all that is there
Razor sharp ripping skin of a hand that holds on with all its mite
Words of pain die on the lips
Why speak when no one listens
They hear the sound but do not listen to the pain
Blood drips constantly to the floor
A floor littered with broken promises and shattered dreams
Look into the mirror
See the haunted hurting soulful eyes staring back
Save her before it’s too late
By April M. Barbosa © 2012
I was telling my daughter about the mexican beliefs I grew up believing. I told her about the llorona and having to make the sign of the cross on all unbaptized babies going over water and curaje de ojo. She thought it was weird lol what other beliefs or traditions did you all grow up with that others may consider weird?
For Me ((Poetry))
For me I will be strong
For me I will offer the comfort I crave
For me I will love myself unconditionally
Because today I realized I have never lived my own life for me
April M. Barbosa 2012 ©
Love for me (poetry)
I have been looking for a spot to fit in for all these years
Endless nights shedding lost tears
Then today it all became clear I could finally see
All that was missing in my life was my own love and respect for me
April M. Barbosa 2012©
Love for me (poetry)
I have been looking for a spot to fit in for all these years
Endless nights shedding lost tears
Then today it all became clear I could finally see
All that was missing in my life was my own love and respect for me
April M. Barbosa 2012©
A friend in need
Someone in my life who is very very close to me has schizoaffective disorder. This person has been having delusions after many years of being delusion free. She had decided to stop her meds and I was ok with it because it had been many years and there was a slight possibilty that she had been bipolar and not schizophrenic and her illness would be gone. But that is not the case. I am trying to talk her down from this delusion that a crow is following her. She is young, a teen and that is why I choose to keep who she is anonymous. We live In a small town where if her illness was known shed be treated differently.I just wish I could help her more. There are not enough behavioral health clinics in our area so the one she goes to does not have enough time for her. Please pray for this child
