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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  |
| A dog walking a dog Loads of Fun It’s morning and I’m walking my bitch In our beautiful neighborhood. She needs to get on that grass and make something good. “Hurry up, I don’t have all day” Let’s get this show on the road. What you need to do for me Is sit down and unload. I’ll just stand right over here and look up at the sun. When I smell something bad I know that you are done. It’s difficult to walk a bitch She does things her own way. She thinks she’s in control of me, Not today or any day. We came up to our house again She hurried and ran inside. The next time that she needs to go, We’re going to hitch a ride. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 10/4/12 |
| Hope is an important thing. To have hope means that you believe something better will work out or you have faith in something bigger than yourself. Gift of Hope Dawn will soon be rising. I have hope here in my hand. It’s time for you to get up, This is my one and only demand. The soldiers will be coming soon To see if we are here. To think that they can find us, Fills my body up with fear. Since our parents both have passed We must make it on our own. Even though I’m just a kid, I feel as though I’m grown. The gift I hold within my hand Is the guiding light we need. To rid these soldiers on our backs, Is a gift from God indeed. Let’s stick together always, Let’s pinky swear we will. Unless one of us gets hurt or one of us gets killed. I love you you’re my sister. We’ll somehow make it through. Just remember to be careful and keep your eyes wide open to. At last we found a safe place. A place to lay our heads. With hope right there by our sides, There no reason we should be dead. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 10/2/12 |
| Final Song of Glory At the end of the funeral, A lonely Bag Piper plays The songs within his heart For the saddest of days. The sun is setting in the sky, The day is almost done. The Bag Piper lost someone, The death of his only son. He plays up to the heavens To his son who’s now deceased. Who was forced to leave his family, but now he is at peace. The Bag Piper will still play Until the day is done. Out of respect and honor He had for his only son. Slowly he was laid to rest, Highest honors they were to give. This young man fought for his country So that others could live. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 10/1/12 |
| Don't wish this deed upon anyone. This is why I hate taking pictures Disturbing Photos Taking photos, not by choice, Is what I’m forced to do. My father makes me pose for them and he thinks they’re sexy too. I try to hide my face most times So no one knows it’s me. Sitting their half naked, So my back is all they see. I feel ashamed for doing this and dirty like I’m bad. If my mother knew of this, I know she would be mad. All alone in a little room Where no one here’s me shout. I want someone to save me but still I have my doubts. Photos of a child so young Who has to do adult things. Is what they call pornography and such damage that it brings. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 9/28/12 |
| About the miscarriage I had in Not Meant to Be They told me I was pregnant. I was full of happiness and joy. Then they told me I was having, A beautiful baby boy. The joy soon turned to sorrow, As I got rather sick. The baby wasn’t moving, There were no more baby kicks. I tried real hard to stop it, As I laid there on the bed. Soon it was all over, The bed had turned bright red. They rushed me to the hospital but there was nothing they could do. The baby died inside of me I was forced to deliver to. My heart was badly broken For the death just wasn’t right. For months I had horrific dreams That kept me up all night. I prayed to God and thanked him For not taking my life too. To the baby I have lost, I always will love you. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 9/26/12 |
| I did my third amends, this one to my son. It went so great. Better than I expected. We both were so honest and it was definitely a bonding moment. I have one more amends to make and that's to my dad for various things and for hurting him so. I feel like a totally different person and for the people I gave amends to to forgive me, is just awesome. |
| I did my third amends, this one to my son. It went so great. Better than I expected. We both were so honest and it was definitely a bonding moment. I have one more amends to make and that's to my dad for various things and for hurting him so. I feel like a totally different person and for the people I gave amends to to forgive me, is just awesome. |
| Stairway to Heaven Lady in red climbing up the stairs Putting her angel wings on. She was down at earth visiting, Comforting those souls newly gone. She was chosen by God to serve and to help those in their last days. To ease the fear of the dying and unite them with God some way. Her heart is filled with so much joy, As she enters the heavens above. Where life is just beginning and surrounded by so much love. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 9/25/12 |
| Have you ever had a friend that was strange to everyone else? Can opposites me friends? Unlikely Friends Let me whisper in your ear With my paws around your neck. If you listen closely, I’ll give you a little peck. A little kiss for friendship, Because you mean a lot. We’re not supposed to get along but I think I can be bought. Your face is so adorable, I really love your eyes. Which one should I look at? One looks like it’s been dyed. Let me whisper in your ear And tell you I love you. Together we are best friends, but only to us two. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 9/21/12 |
| The Choice Beautiful as the sunrise On the beach in early May. Sand tickling my little toes The beginning of a brand new day. Happiness throughout my body, My soul and in my heart. A choice I have chosen for today What an awesome way to start. What a day the world has made Full of tranquility and of peace. The choices I’ve made along the way Have caused my happiness to increase. The night has fallen, stars are seen The moon lights the sky a glow. There’s no place I would rather be Than with the happiness I know. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 9/19/12 |
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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.
