Lyda M Sourne

Mar 2018

Tabitha

She

You wonder if she knows
If she can tell how deep it goes
This sadness that you carry neath your skin.

You wonder if she sees
The way you fall down to your knees
And how hard it is to get back up again.

You fear she’ll walk away
Leaving nothing in her wake
But the broken, shattered pieces of your soul.

But if you’d look, you’d see
She’s aware of everything
And she’s holding tight, trying to keep you whole.

#depression #love

Lyda M Sourne Mar 2018

Paper Wishes

Keep each thought in every fold,
Line them up with every crease.

Flip them over,
Never let them show.

Don't cut your fingers on the edge,
Paper cuts are small but they hurt the most.

A thousand times over,
A million times bent and lined up.

Pull it apart,
Look at it from afar.

If you had a thousand,
Will your wishes be granted?

If you made a thousand,
Will everything be okay?

Paper wishes on paper cranes,
Let them loose in the breeze.

A million paper cuts.
A thousand paper cranes.
A single wish.

And sometimes, when wishing stars don't work, you can wish on paper cranes

#papercranes #wishes #night #origami

Lyda M Sourne Mar 2018

Present by first light

XI.
Mornings delude with a false sense of awakening.

Nightmares don't disappear by first light,
They haunt you like shadows until they blend with the dark.

#nightmares #dreams #mornings #shadows

Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018

Little box

Don't cross the line,
Stay in your little box.

It's dark outside,
Stay in your little box.

Monsters will eat you,
Stay in your little box.

A protection, a barrier, a prison.

Keep close to the corner of the room.

Close your eyes , maybe they won't see through you.

Put on a smile, you're nearing breaking point.

Sleep it off, maybe you don't have to wake up anymore.

And sometimes, self-defense mechanism backfires

#anxiety #depression #anxietyattack #fear #scared #dark

Feb 2018

ht

life without parole

And like that
my voice has been stolen away
Anxiety barricades like invisible steel walls
Trapped, I’m left banging with clenched fists
A prisoner within my own head
My brain a chemically imbalanced warden
My mind in solitary confinement

i've been denied bail | h.t

#prison #solitary #confinement #anxiety #panic #barricades #prisoner #invisible

Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018

Red Notebook

And she poured her pain out
in a red notebook.
Because that was the only way
she could bleed.

I want to die but I don't like pain

#suicide #trigger #depression #anxiety #notebook #journal #red