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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  |
| I just lost a 20 year friendship with my ex because I got clean. Just a little friendship poem about the yellow rose. The Magic of the Yellow Rose Yellow rose of friendship, Blooms just like the sun. Full of hopes and dreams, When a new day has come. A bond of truth and honesty, Two people can really share. That’s because the yellow rose, Tells you how much I care. A heart that’s always open, To listen and to understand. Without passing judgment, or making any demands. Someone to support you, and believe in all you do. Has your back at anytime, Because I do love you. Words written from my heart, About the yellow rose you see. You’re my friend until the end, A friendship you and me. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/19/12 Kymberly Erickson |
| Please enjoy this light-hearted poem I wrote. The Dragon and the Girl A magical dragon was on the fence, To display itself to the world. Out there pointing and staring, Was a three year old little girl. The dragon’s magic was in the air, So she kissed him on his nose. He stood back and gawked at her, So she kissed his little toes. Lost in his embarrassment, The dragon spread his wings. For he had become nervous, At the gifts she had to bring. She laughed, then she giggled, At the funny things he did. It was better than a party, You would have for your own kid. He stared at her intensely, Then allowed himself at ease. For this little girl was bigger, And he was to her knees. The girl was cute and friendly, Had a smile upon her face. Ran around following him, Wanting to play “chase”. They played together for hours, Fun is what they had. Her parents called her home, Making both of them real sad. The dragon had some magic, Which the little girl did see. Accepted him as her playmate, Being she was innocent and free. The dragon learned a lesson, Don’t pass judgment on anyone. Accept someone as yourself, And allow yourself some fun. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/18/12 |
| Fear of Addiction’s Demons Fear of my addiction’s head, the power that rages inside. Knowing if I use again, I forever will have died. The fear that keeps me clean, can also be overcome. If I let my guard down, and beat to my own drum. The fear of getting better, the demands life does make. Caught up in the middle, of make that mistake. Fear inside I must let go, in order to move on. Peace is on the other side, if I hold steady and be strong. A choice I’ve made for myself, is to live my life being clean. Fight the demons everyday, and strive to reach my dreams. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/17/12 |
| For all those cutters out there, and I was one, here is a poem I wrote for you. Survival of a Cutter Release my pain from my wrists, let me feel alive. Life sometimes is just like death, when you struggle to survive. Let me see the red of joy, that ferments deep inside. Use it as a way to feel, for tear I never cried. Open up emotional wounds, let me cut again. Stop the pain from harming me, let me feel where I have been. The sharpness of the blade or knife, on skin that’s new and fresh. Gives to me a pleasant rush, of opening new flesh. Instant gratification, is like a trip into the stars. Insane for just a moment, a trip that’s worth the stars. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/16/12 I'm finally feeling better after a week of being sick. So I should be back to myself. I received my 6 month chip in my recovery. I was happy. It was a long haul from 3 months to 6 months cause there are no chips in-between. But I made it and I thank God for that. |
| This poem I wrote for my mom and my aunt, who's now in heaven. Sweet Embrace Angel Roxie from above, came down to earth today. To bring Evelyn, “Esme” home. to where she’s going to stay. She just wanted to let you know, that she made it safe and sound. Both angels are now together, each other they have found. A warm hug and sweet hello, excited to see one’s face. No more pain for either one, as both of them embrace. Angel Roxie held Esme’s hand, and showed her all around. Heaven is the place to be, where love here can be found. Welcomed into heaven’s grace, Esme was quite impressed. Knowing that she wouldn’t be, visiting as a guest. Angel Roxie took Esme to, the light for God above. There he stood before her, embracing her with his love. Her life was lived in God’s eyes, thus rewarded she shall be. Eternal life and salvation, with a soul that’s been set free. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/10/12 |
| For those of you who have somebody to love, this poem is for you. For those who are single like me, keep searching, hoping and praying that love too will come our way Soulmate I was walking in the moonlight, with my sweetheart on my arm. Knowing he’ll protect me, and never cause me harm. In the gentle summer breeze, I see his love portray. Gentleness as he touches me, is his special kind of way. My love for him fulfills me, as I glow from deep inside. He makes me feel complete, tears of joy is what I’ve cried. Our love is pure and powerful, and blessed by God above. Indeed we are inseparable, cause what we have is love. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 1/17/12 |
| My aunt, that I never met and did not know, died a few days ago of Alzheimer's Disease. She was ill for 18 years and i pray she's in heaven and that her suffering is gone and that she's with God, happy and full of love. I wrote a poem for her called: Celebration of Life God sent his angels from above, to help bring his child home. To take her by the hand, so she’ll never be alone. A spirit strong in faith and love, with a heart so very kind. A life that surely will be missed, with memories left behind. A promise made by God himself, for all those to receive. Salvation and eternal life, for souls who do believe. A celebration of life in death, of someone truly loved. Time will reunite the hearts, when joined there up above. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/7/12 |
| My brother, who has Dementia at 51, started drinking again. He doesn't want any help and says that he is fine and has no problems. I am frustrated and angry at him that he does'n't want help. Him drinking again will only make his Dementia progress further. It's like he's intentionally killing himself and we can't stop him. Of course, I wrote a poem about it and here it is: I’m Fine My brother has Dementia, and he doesn’t want no help. He says he has no problems, and can take care of himself. He’s angry at his own life, and how it’s come to be. He’s hurting those around him, especially his family. He started drinking again, anything to numb his pain. Instead of facing things head on, he feels others are to blame. No one knows what else to do, when he’s often out of control. Lost are his own hopes and dreams, and simple heart felt goals. The damage he is causing, has consequences too. His actions are irreversible, this he knows is true. His self-destructive manner, is hurting all involved. How is one to help him and bring him some resolve? There are no easy answers, to the questions addressed here. A complicated illness, for my brother who’s very dear. For now I’ll keep him in my prayers, ask God to take control. Keep him safe and in his care and protect his godly soul. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/5/12 Everybody have a great week. |
| Today I go to the surgeon so they can operate on my nose.I now have a hole in my nose from doing drugs. I'm having problems with my right hand and my neck and back. They took some X-rays yesterday. Through WDC, I won Author of the Month for January 2012. I'm very happy about that. I believe in peace and harmony. I know we can have more of that in this world. Hands of Color Hands of color come together, to share the world of peace. United in a partnership, a humbling release. Colors share amongst us all, a definite connect. To make this world a better place, of mutual respect. Acceptance of our differences, and cultures that we live. Unity in its finest form, more opportunity to give. Each new color makes another, when two are there combined. A world of love and happiness, makes us intertwined. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/1/12 |
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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.
