Writing 201: Poetry; Day Ten: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

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by Gertie

You see the scars on my arms.

You just stare without question,

Yet somehow the scars send out alarms.

More than willing to share without hesitation.

You just don’t want to listen.

Writing 201: Poetry; Day Nine: Cold, Found Poetry, Epistrophe/Anaphora

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by Gertie

There is a chill in the air.

Easier to cover up arms full of scars.

No need to feel the urge to explain to those who don’t care.

Wish they didn’t judge cause they are the ones trying to get warm in bars.

Writing 201: Poetry; Day Eight: Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio

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by Gertie

Looking in your eyes,

Make me acutely aware,

That you don’t speak no lies.

You are just full of love and don’t mind my dares.

My dares that cause us to have fun

And live life to the fullest.

Even when the clouds cover up the sun,

We sure are the coolest.


Writing 201: Poetry; Day Seven: Neighborhood, Ballad, Assonance

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by Gertie

It’s debatable what’s safer at times;

Outside in the neighborhood amongst other or home alone.

Go for a walk while it’s still day light and hope there is no occurrence of crime.

Get home and answer the phone;

It’s a friend who just wants to see how things are.

You tell them and they are concern.

They come over and you go for a ride in the car.

Now you feel safe and don’t need to discern.

Daily Prompt: These Horns Were Made for Tooting

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “These Horns Were Made for Tooting.” Today, share something you love about yourself  — don’t be shy, be confident! — but that few other people know about you or get to see very often.

I realize people don’t like braggers but I want to brag about something here. Something that I am proud of. Last Tuesday, I got my annual review at work. My boss gave me a glowing review. Not only did I get a glowing review from my current supervisor for my annual review but my previous supervisor gave me a glowing review at the end of my probationary period. The review I received only reinforces the idea I a made the right decision in changing careers.

A career that I am meant to be in. I love the career I am in. Not because I got glowing reviews but I love going to work. I love what I do and enjoy what I do. I love being an example of what recovery looks like. Yes, I have struggled a little bit since being in my position but I was able to pick myself up and wipe myself off and share how I was able to get through what I needed to.

Knowing what to share when with whom is a big part of my job. Being able to keep healthy boundaries is key to any relationship especially when it comes to working with people who have a mental illness. Boundaries are not easy but if you stick to them the clients will respect you more. Keeping my boundaries and having the respect of the clients is one of the many reasons why I got such a glowing review.

I think I have done enough bragging for one day. Have a wonderful day. Try to take that time to enjoy a moment to yourself and Peace Out!!

Writing 201: Poetry; Day Six: Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus

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by Gertie

The look on her face,

Was that of distrust.

Distrust of what?

No one will know.

Cause it was too late.

Too late to ask why.

Weekly Goals

Happy Monday!!! It is that time of week where many of us around the world start another work week. A work week that I am looking forward to. It is nice to have a job to love to go to. As many of you know it is Monday and that means it is time for my weekly goals. Like always I will tell you how I did with last weeks goals.

1)  Read Speaker of the Dead by Orson Scott Card. I actually had the time to read two chapters at once. Unfortunately, that is all I was able to read all this week.

2)  Work on jigsaw puzzle. Worked on the puzzle for about an hour.

3)  Color. Yup, I did color. I love to color.

4)  Start Writing 201: Poetry. Yup, started the course and am loving it.

5)  Work on a self-help workbook; The Dialectical Behavior Therapy Skills Workbook by Matthew McKay, PhD., Jeffery C. Wood, PSY.D., and Jeffrey Brantley, MD. I only worked on a few pages but it was a tough few pages.

6)  See my therapist on Wednesday. I saw my therapist. It was a tough session.

I managed to accomplish all my goals this week and am proud of myself for doing so. Here are my next week goals.

1)  Read Speaker of the Dead by Orson Scott Card. I will finish this book eventually.

2)  Work on jigsaw puzzle. The jigsaw puzzle is getting done slowly but surely.

3)  Color. The various coloring pages or posters I am working on are finally showing some progress.

4)  Finish Writing 201: Poetry. This is the last week of Writing 201: Poetry. I am really enjoying the course.

5)  Work on a self-help workbook; The Dialectical Behavior Therapy Skills Workbook by Matthew McKay, PhD., Jeffery C. Wood, PSY.D., and Jeffrey Brantley, MD.  I am grateful that I am refreshing my skills.

I know I have a short list this week and I am okay with that. I am grateful to be apart the blogging even over at : http://greenembe.rs/2015/10/12/building-rome-week-41-for-2015/  Have a wonderful week. Peace Out!!

A Little Depressed

I have been feeling a little depressed the last week or so. My therapist and I talked a little about it on Wednesday. We both agree that the depression could be related to my physical ailments at the moment. I have been dealing with a bladder infection, an urinary tract infection (UTI), a left kidney infection and kidney stones. Due to my depression acting up a wee bit my therapist and I ended up having an hour and half session instead of an hour session. We also called my primary care physician to see if it is possible that so many ailments could trigger a mild case of depression and she agreed it could.

It is just a mild case of depression so it is nothing to be too concerned about. I just need to make sure I need to keep an eye on things. With the help of my treatment team as well as my loved ones, I can nip the depression in the butt. Plus as my many infections clear up, my treatment team thinks my depression will start to lift. It might take a week or two but I am cool with that. I am cool with that because, I am not in crisis mode. Myself and others are taking preventive measures to make sure I don’t get into crisis mode. Crisis mode is not very fun to be in which is why I am in prevention mode.

I am not telling all this to be concerned about me; I am telling you all this so you are all aware of how being sick can affect one’s mental health. That is why when those of us who have a mental illness need to be extra aware of when we get sick. The last thing any of us needs is to have a mental health symptoms rear its ugly head when we are trying to get physically better. Have a wonderful day. Peace Out!!

Giving Haiku Another Try

Apparently when I first tried a Haiku style poem the first time, I didn’t do correctly so here I am giving it another try because I really want to learn this style of poetry and do it correctly. I hope you all enjoy the following poem:

Untitled Haiku

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by Gertie

Gloomy days are sad

Sad enough to cut myself

Refusing to cut

As you can tell many of my poems come real life. My life. My life of living with a mental illness and how poetry plays a major part of my recovery process. Poetry comes naturally to me and find it frustrating when I have to spend  thirty minutes on one. No the above poem didn’t take me thirty minutes do but yesterdays took me that long. It usually takes me about five to fifteen minutes to create a poem. I love writing poem because it therapeutic for me. Thank you for reading. Have an awesome weekend.

Writing 201: Poetry; Day Five: Map, Ode, Metaphor


by Gertie

The scars on her arms are like a railroad,

A railroad map to where her life was;

And where it is she is going. Now she has a cause.

A cause that no longer makes her an ugly toad.

A toad that now helps others to recover.

As this toad has turned human she now has a lover.

A lover that is her by her side,

And who is full of pride

To be apart of a strong woman’s life.

A life that no longer is full of internal strife.