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About my everyday life, my struggles with addiction, sexual abuse, bipolar and family |
A blog about my life and how I got through some serious issues in hopes for a better tomorrow  |
| Another year, another Christmas. Much better than last year now that I am clean. Not sure what I'm doing for the holidays yet. We don't get snow here. I know I will see my family. I wrote a poem about Santa Clause hope you like. Santa’s Message A jolly, old Santa Claus On a snowy Christmas Eve, Going to see good boys and girls Giving gifts to those who believe. There’s a spirit inside this Santa That sparkles throughout the year. He says “Ho, Ho Merry Christmas” To all those far and near. Joy and happiness across the world That’s the love he tries to spread. Until next year, “Merry Christmas” As Santa flies off in his sled. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 11/5/12 |
| Have you ever been afraid of fear? Unable to move on because of fear? I know I have had fear to the point that it paralyzed me. What I finally did was face my fears instead of running from them like I've done my whole life. I faced them, and it was never as bad as I thought it would be. Fear of Fear Itself No one ever mentions fear For fear seems to find us first, When you least expect it It’s almost like a curse. It keeps you from doing things You might want or need to do, Fear means you don’t have faith I believe this to be true. Fear can be a crippling thing or you can face it head on, Walk through the fear you have and watch your faith get strong. Don’t let fear consume you There are options here today, Confront it or go around it Just don’t ask it to stay. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 12/1/12 |
| So many languages say Merry Christmas in their own way. For us it is Merry Christmas, what is it for you? Language of Christmas Merry Christmas said everywhere In different languages we share, An understanding of our own As a heartfelt message is shown. With Christmas trees, stars and lights Shining brightly all through the night, A celebration and of prayer To be with family and to share. With faith, hope and Christmas time Bells are ringing, hear them chime, Logs are burning, stockings hung Time for hugs and lots of fun. A shiny start on top the tree Is what Christmas means to me, It’s my belief in God above Making the world go around with love. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 11/26/12 |
| Lately my poems haven't been that good. I have a lot of things on my mind and I just can't tap into my heart that well. Here is one for you to read to pass the time. My sister-in-law might have cancer and my brother too, then I have my issues with a tumor on my ear, the doctors will also be checking for cancer. Not too worried about myself, but I am about the others. Pray for us please. Railroad of the Past A picture at a railroad stop Through the village seen below, The railroad doesn’t work no more No conductor to say hello. Overgrown are plants and trees and clothes hung there outside, Missing is the railroad train and the times they took a ride. This was all so long ago They’ve adapted and moved on, No more stops through this village Since the railroad is all gone. The village became poor again With people living on the streets, Begging for food and money Giving their lives up in defeat. To have the train come through again Would bring joy to this old place, A wish wanted by those in need Which can be seen upon their face. This story was from a picture Painted before me today, Though railroad times are of the past There’s still beauty found in the day. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 11/25/12 Who Needs Them Jerks are plenty everywhere Who think they are all that, There are jerks of many kinds Who’s name is called a rat. In love they treat you terribly They ignore you and talk bad, They like to flirt and never call They’re mean and leave you sad. I’ve had my share of many jerks Who charmed me along the way, I gave up liking every jerk They no longer get to stay. So get your radar fixed for sure Get rid of all these creeps, If your radar sounds again You better kick them to the streets. |
| Happy Thanksgiving to all. I pray it will be everything you want it to be and with those you hold most dear. Voice of Reason Listen to the voice of reason Even when you think you’re right, Open up your ears and hear and gain some new insight. Listen to the voice of reason When others say that you’re wrong, Let your pride be put aside and still feel that you belong. Listen to the voice of reason and put your emotions at bay, Use the common sense you have and you’ll have a much better day. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 11/22/12 |
| Wrapped Up For a Moment It comes in many colors and many characters too, There’s Santa, bells and snowmen These are just to name a few. It’s put on top of boxes and goes under the Christmas tree, A bow sometimes goes on top and can be beautiful to see. You can wrap yourself up in it but I think it just might tear, Some children like to take a peek When it’s sitting under there. Paper that gets thrown away When Christmas Day is done, Unwrapped paper on the floor Can still be loads of fun. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 11/19/12 written for a contest |
| Feeling internally grateful and on the right track in my spiritual life and thought I would share it with you. My Spirit Moves Me The spirit that lives and breathes in me Is my lifeline to being alive, Without my faith and belief I simply wouldn’t survive. Inside my spirit moves me Like nothing I’ve ever known, It’s power and strength guides me and gives me courage in which to grow. There’s a connection from God above That lives in my spirit and my soul, I hear my spirit speak to me As it tries to make me whole. The message I’m hearing is clear andI know I’m on the right track, My spirit moves within me and never will I look back. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 11/16/12 |
| It's raining here in Southern California this morning. I am not a huge fan of the rain it affects my joints to where it's hard to walk. I do appreciate and respect Mother Nature though. Here's a rainy day poem. I can't wait for the sun to come out again. Rain, Rain Go Away Trying to walk in the wind and rain With my umbrella heading the way, Trying to protect my face and hair So I arrive at work okay. My rainboots are on to keep me dry and a coat to protect my dress. This wind could certainly blow me down Causing my clothes to be a mess. I struggle to walk and I can’t see If I’m going the right way or not. Should the wind blow the other way It will damage the umbrella I bought. These rainy days are gloomy at best At times I don’t mind getting wet, But today I must keep myself dry or I will become very upset. The wind and rain can’t make me cry I can’t wait until its all done, Until the sun comes out again That’s when I’ll really have fun. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 11/16/12 The Hourglass for Eternity The hourglass for eternity That’s equal on both sides, Sand that slowly seeps on through Leaving nothing left inside. A man that’s present in the glass As a figure and a guide, Will help you till the very end If that’s what you decide. The hourglass for eternity With a choice on how you live, Comes with it a special gift If you allow yourself to give. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 11/16/12 |
| Happy Veterans Day to all who served our country and blessing to all those who have died. One Special Veteran Grandpa I want to thank you For all the things you’ve done, For fighting for our country Whether we lost or if we won. You gave so much of yourself and believed in what was right. You did things you had to do To fight the best fight. Now that you’re a veteran You deserve so much respect, For being someone special and for helping to protect. All the things you went through In mind, body and soul, Was such a big sacrifice To reach your final goal. I see you as my grandpa and a veteran proud and true. You’re someone I look up to and certainly do love you. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 11/12/12 |
| This is how I feel at the present time, the hope in my life. I hope you enjoy it. Everything is going well. Hope In Life I hope to have a peaceful life For myself and those I know, Free of constant chaos One where I can grow. I hope to have a life of joy With happiness from my heart, One where I can face the world Be productive and take part. I hope to think beyond myself Help those who are in need, Love myself and others too Do good things and succeed. I hope to always serve the one Who to me is God above, Be the best that I can be be grateful and show my love. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 11/8/12 |
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created by God continue to light your way and blanket you with his loving warmth from the cold dark path of drugs and alcohol. You Are Awesome =) Take care.
cause I am.... but I relate to what this poem itself is saying. I wish I had an angel, someone to lean on, I guess you can say... but don't think I understood belief in angels et cetera... I guess I am just glad that even in creativity someone can understand what we go through--even if its just a creative fictional level.
