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It’s the least of my worries
Taxing my car
Or saving up for a house
Or remembering that thing
I was supposed to remember
Or anything really
Or passing that test
Getting into that school
Acing that interview
Getting that job
That pays enough
That allows me to progress
Progress?

I hadn’t even thought about that.
I hadn’t thought about any of it.

I think
about one thing
I obsess
I compulse
Or do I?
Is what I do when I
Think about that thing
I always think about
A compulsion?
Because if it’s not then
Can it be called
OCD?
And if it’s not
That means it’s me
And the thing I always think
About
is true

I know it’s irrational
But what if it’s not?
Maybe it just makes me feel better
To think that it is

See, who has time for rational worries
When you’re so full up with
Irrational one’s?
A poem about my struggles with OCD
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2020

Lamenting embrace
Memories are lost in time
Murmurs of a dream

Fortune falls on me
Answers take wing on whispers
Leaves without a care

Shame hinders my heart
The light ascends without me
I await the storm


So much worry and fears in my heart.
I wish I could stay it...
I really do.

Be back soon later with more poems!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Zywa Oct 2020
At home, I am safe,

bút… No, no But, Buts are No's –


At home, I am safe!
“Ghost” (2020, Ellen Deckwitz)

Collection "On the fly"
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2020

Hear the call of dreams
Mind races as I give chase
Towards my true fate


Pounding headache but I wrote this mini haiku.
So much inner turmoil that Im trying to work through but thats the human way.
Still trying to make sense of things and the only way is to trudge through the storm knowing that Ill find the peace soon. Whatever comes, I hope I will be strong enough to see it through.
Still working on the list for the Women of Myth as well. I'll defo give a heads up when it's starting up again.
Stay safe and well everyone
Be back soon with more.
Much love,
Lyn x
Needles stick and ***** my skin,
A sharp reminder of the world I'm in;
Where daggers point at trusting throats
and hope is sinking like a fisher's boat-
Where unkind eyes look aghast
To see that 'normal' is in the past,
And hatred speeds this world's demise-
All this seen by my tired eyes.
In the morn, I'd hoped to wake
To find a little joy to take,
But darkness, pain are all thats found
In this new world,
Born from poisoned ground.
Beulin S S Sep 2020
When you feel down...
When you fell down...
Just don't give up;
Stand again;
Raise up again...

When you are in pain...
When you feel your life is vain...
When you stand alone;
Face your fate;
Believe yourself, you are a miracle!

When you meet with failure...
When the World mocks you...
Don't shrink inside the shell;
The day is still bright;
Carry on with your goals...

When your foes mock you...
When your friends lost faith on you...
Raise again...
Don't look back;
Carry on with your dreams...

When you raise up...
When you build your goals...
Obstacles will turn into steps...
Carry on, move on;
Bid farewell to your worries...
Overcome all your  obstacles
Jackson Bussey Sep 2020
Dew
The morning dew shines a crystal blue
A mirrored sky welcomes a fresh dawn
Worries from yesterday lie behind us
Bask in the weightlessness of a new day.
An old poem, one I wrote ages ago that I suddenly remembered.
Lizzie Aug 2020
If I just drive far enough,
I'll leave my worries far away.
If I just drive fast enough,
They'll eat the dust of yesterday.

But there's only one world to go around,
Only so far before you're found.
And once you've hit the end of the road,
Suddenly there's no other way to go
But back.
Lane O Aug 2020
If I could, I would

I'd collect your worries
like water from a stream
let your rills of anguish
wash over me

If I could, I would

Your pain that festers
like a storm inside
I'd take it all for myself
let it be my demise

If I could, I would

You are beautiful
don't let my words run astray
just know you are my world
my Sun, my everything
Sometimes pain, worry, anguish, heartache, disappointment are very burdensome for our loved ones. I wish that in their times of hardship I could take it all for myself and let them be filled with happiness, but we can't "take" others emotions, we can comfort them, make them laugh, or try to console them the best we can, but we can never actually "steal" their grief, and cast it away. If I could, I would.
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