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Be Free

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She sits alone in the dark

Afraid to light her torch

For fear of what she might see

She can hear the creatures crawling

How close they must be

The darkness in her mind all consuming

The beasts won’t let her be reprieved

Then someone steps up with their torches blazing

Attempting to help her be free

The light from their glow is rather daunting

She’s not sure if she can leave

She sees her surroundings

The stranger’s presence commanding

As he turns and starts to lead

She follows faithfully

And they find a better and brighter way to be

The stranger a stranger no more

He helped her find the strength to leave

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This Poem is out of my in progress collection “The World Around Me” that will, fingers crossed, be published soon.

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My First Collection “My Mind The Menace” was published late last month. YAY! accomplished.

Check it out – If you Dare!

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/423080

 

Arms Around Me

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My Mind the Menace a debut poetry collection by new to the publishing world poet Sarah Fairbairn. That’s Me That’s Me.

This is a collection from a darker period in Sarah’s life, a period she is happy to say she made it through. Here as a teaser is two poems from the collection available now at Smashwords.

Arms around me

I want to run and hide

Down deep inside

How happy I would be

You no longer poisoning my mind

Please set my soul free

I’d no longer need to lie

Without your arms around me

But I’m frozen in pain

Shame won’t let me leave

The failure I’ve become

Is unbecoming to me

You no longer by my side

I’d set my soul free

But with you till I die

I told you I would be

So here still I lie

With your arms around me

I feel the need to cry

But the tears won’t leave me

While you wallow in sorrow and self-pity

Why don’t you just leave me?

All the past tears we’ve cried

With your arms around me

I’m trying to figure out why

And if I should leave

But with you till I die

I told you I would be

So here still I lie

With your arms around me

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About the Author  That’s Me That’s Me.

When Sarah Fairbairn Isn’t at her day job, dancing around annoying the other employees at her family’s mechanical workshop, or running around and looking after her two boys, her Nine month old Son and her Husband, she locks herself away in her Bat Cave or rather Sac Cave, fully fitted out with an old lounge chair and dining table as a writing desk, typing out her blog posts, trying to get some reading done and or cruising the web. Her poetry is usually scribbled on bits of paper scattered over her work desk, car and handbag, as thoughts always strike her at the most inconvenient moments or when she is without her much loved tablet PC. She has been writing poetry since High School and has a passion for reading, although having a small child leaves her less time read these days as she would like.

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Helpless

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Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins – Today’s post asks us when did you last feel like that, helpless and what did you do about it?

I laughed when I saw today’s post prompt, a bitter laugh! I think the question for me would be when do I not feel helpless. I’m going to be brutally honest here (which I think I’ll regret when I hit publish), I break down almost daily, feeling trapped, feeling like everything is out of my control, feeling that the things I want for myself are out of reach and that going on is pointless. I breakdown feeling helpless, sorry for myself and mad at myself for feeling the first two.

What am I doing about it, well to be honest I’m sick of dealing with it and I’m sick of talking about it, talking just drags it out, talk talk talk talk, talking around in circles, talking to my husband who doesn’t understand, talking to a ‘professional’ I got sent to see – talking is pointless when nobody’s listening – so I’m done with talking.

I can suffer through it. I can try to think about the things that make me happy to help the current wave of depression wash over me. Once the wave is gone I can go back to being the ME I enjoy, until helplessness, fear and anger come rolling to my shore again and I’ll suffer through them again until that wave passes also.

I think you can tell I’m under a wave while writing this, my sons been cranky this afternoon and his crying always sends me straight to the bottom. There is nothing that makes me feel more helpless than his cries, it really is amazing how you can love something so much but have it cause you so much anguish.

But I will say I am thankful for the life I have, things could be much worse, but unfortunately that doesn’t stop the waves crashing over me.

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My Poems

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So I’ve started the painful task of typing up all my poems and random rambles that I’ve been writing on scrap bits of paper and keeping in a box for the last ten years.  Oh dear god what have I gotten myself into.  I’m only bothering to type up and keep the ones I like or are meaningful to me, so a lot is going in the bin.  It’s turning out to be sort of therapeutic, destroying my old fears and issues 🙂 any way here’s one I found, now I was obviously very angry at the time and I’m over what caused me to be so angry.

When I write angry sometimes my poems can tend not to flow and be rather odd, but I like this one and think it reads well, so here you go:

It’s not just you

You’re not that special

If you think it’s only you

Then you’re fucking mental

We’ve all got issues

We’ve all got pain

You think my excuses are not valid

I just think you’re simple and lame

It’s plain to see

Why you hate me

What’s not so simple

Is the fact

That’s as hard as I try

I can’t hate you back

Hanging onto bitterness isn’t good, best to get it out of your system – Remember to smile people, it makes you live longer!!!!