Today [a poem]
By Carmen McKnight | Featured Contributor
Laughing. Teasing. Moment ceasing.
Staring. Caring. Sometimes failing.
Reading. Greeting. Children feeding.
Dying. Crying. Facebook lying.
Shower. Flour. Stomach growl.
By Carmen McKnight | Featured Contributor
Laughing. Teasing. Moment ceasing.
Staring. Caring. Sometimes failing.
Reading. Greeting. Children feeding.
Dying. Crying. Facebook lying.
Shower. Flour. Stomach growl.
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
The well has run dry –
or so it seems.
Life has been wordless
in this season.
By Michelle Lande Clark (aka Bipolar Bandit) | Featured Contributor
My name is Michelle Clark and I started suffering from severe depression at the age of 13. I would just cry and cry for no reason, could not concentrate or do simplest tasks like vacuuming. I would miss two weeks of school at a time. I had a severe manic episode at the age of 17 that resulted in a hospitalization. It was during the three-month stay at the hospital that I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
By Jo Ann Smith | Featured Contributor
Never a place one wants to be
especially alone
my lifeline confined to the parking lot
in a hurry they weigh me
no time to remove shoes
extra layers glasses ring watch
annoyed, my weight will be inflated
I am wheeled to a small sterile room
dominated by a single bed
intimidating medical charts are
thumb tacked in random order to lime green walls
I eagerly respond to you so I can lie down