Even during your difficult times, your posts are a pleasure to read. I hear more hope in your voice each time whish is a good thing. Poppie, I know you're struggling, please also know I'm praying for your struggles to lessen with each passing day.

Lovely poem sharing more hope.

Picture your boomer girlfriends carrying you ashore to a place where there are more happy moments.

Beautiful eloquent words, Poppie...they articulate the journey so well. If only it could be as easy as gathering up a collection of shells off the beach...be kind to yourself, despite any evidence to the contrary, this truly is an awesome journey you're on, and the treasures buried deep inside the darkness will shine bright enough to light your path back to solid ground.

We are with you. Many of us have made similar treks, crawling on bloody knees to reach daylight...it IS reachable. Take courage from those who have made it out and lived to tell their story.

Poppie, I now live out of the darkest places but remember them oh so well when I read your posts. I lived for 4 years in darkness, including suicide attempts. If it is any help to know, I fought my way through it and with help and support (and letting myself be supported) have finally come out on the other side. The darkness still occasionally tries to sneak back in but I can recognize it sooner and get myself back on track faster. I know you will eventually be able to do the same. My thoughts are with you as you keep up your fight.
By the way, your poem is great! It expresses so much in such a beautiful way.

Hello ladies, a quick wee update from planet Po. I am happy(and a little tentative)as I am back at college next monday, I am realy looking forward nonetheless. The house hunting is a pain in the neck, but I am also a tad more confident about suitable homes for me and mine.
I still feel that my moods are bungy(sp?)jumping all over the show. I am confidant that these things will settle somewhat, quickly as I will be focusing in what I am passionate about. I will be producing some work and selling in time for christmas.

Big Loves
Poppie








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I am counting on the rain
staying away
so that the sky
can paint a landscape…
fit for dreamers and artisans
the lovers and poets.
The blackberries
will be ripened in days

I am counting on what
I can see in a person,
until the cracks
appear, and my heart
takes the blunt of the blow.
As a guest at my own childhood
You came to play too?

I am counting on autumn
to have a soft colours,
ones which say ‘slow down!’
all displayed in one
pretty dress, a time
When summer won’t forget
all about me and
my swish and swirl

So pleased to see your message..may the right dwelling place rise up before your eyes.College soon...good luck

So pleased to see your message..may the right dwelling place rise up before your eyes.College soon...good luck

Great poem Poppie. All the best wishes for whatevere you do.