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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  |
| After my spiritual healing sessions, I am still writing a couple of religious or spiritual poems. Here is one Show Me The Way Show me the way, show me the light Guide me to always do what’s right. Give me direction throughout the day, Help me to honor and obey. Take away my own self-will Depending only on you still. Let me find great joy and love, As I look there up above. Take my hand and lead the way As I bow my head and pray. For You are great most holy one, To God the father and his son. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 7/11/13 |
| I just recently celebrated my 48th birthday. It was an awesome day, I got to spend it with my son. First time since he was 7 yrs old. I love him. I haven't written much lately. I feel empty. For 2 years I cranked out the poems non-stop. I feel I need a break. Life is good, I have great people in my life and I am grateful |
| Happy 4th of July to everyone. Have a safe and sane fourth with your family and friends. I will be going to a parade and a picnic then fireworks. I am grateful to be alive for tomorrow is my 48th birthday. I haven't written much lately because I have been going through some things and I haven't been able to express myself, but I am trying and hope to be writing more soon. |
| I had a spiritual healing last saturday and it was so awesome. It helped me reconnect with God. I was shown love and certain areas of my life were healed. I am grateful. Lifting My Eyes Up Lifting my eyes up To the one so I can see, The abundance of His love, That is waiting there for me. He is up there in the clouds, And in everywhere I go, My eyes still look towards Him, Up above and down below. I know He looks upon me, In my heart and in my soul, With Him I can do it all, And through him I am whole. So looking up towards the sky Is not only where He’s at, He’s part of me and my life And it’s as simple as that. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 6/25/13 |
| I haven't been able to write for the past 9 days due to a resentment that I have been holding onto which is blocking my creativity. I released my resentment yesterday and I am hoping that that clears my way to write again. I write daily, so this is very difficult for me. other than the resentment, which was I found out 2 people were using drugs and 1 person was selling in my na meeting. I was very disappointed and angry, but I am beginning to get over it. It's been real frustrating. Resentments just block our natural spirit from our soul. I can always tell when somethings wrong with me because I cannot write. Don't hold onto resentments. Release them and let them go. |
| A friend of mine was assaulted with attempted rape. She faced her assailant a few days ago at the sentencing hearing. I was there. This is my account of what it felt like for me to be there. Freedom From Pain Watching from the sidelines, Was a perfect place to be, For he was there in handcuffs, While I was sitting free. His cockiness disturbed me, Though he wasn’t in control, Being there in custody, Will never make him whole. His laughter was obnoxious, Which really struck a cord, You could tell he didn’t care, He appeared like he was bored. As the sentence was handed down, His family cried in court. His chance at freedom was denied, His jail time would not be short. A nine year sentence for his crime, A victory in this case. Victim turns to survivor, For the demons she had faced. A big relief, a freedom, With fear slowly replaced. Strength and courage carries on, With a new life to embrace. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 6/2/13 |
| My life is ever changing these days thanks to God. My new life is emerging I am becoming who God wants me to me. Despite all my trials and tribulations, my walls are coming down and I am allowing myself to be vulnerable. I am happy today. Coming Into Myself I’m coming out of my shell Into ways I’ve never known. For my walls are coming down, It is showing how I’ve grown. I’m taking risks and chances And expressing how I feel. The new me is emerging, I’m a person who is real. No more masks upon my face Or detours that aren’t right, For God has surely changed me, To embark on my new life. I am blessed from God above And I’m grateful for it all, He is there to pick me up, Whenever I should fall. I have weathered many storms That I thought I never would. I’m beginning to stand tall, Which I never thought I could. As my walls come tumbling down, The more changes that I’ll make, For this is my beginning And God don’t make mistakes. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/28/13 |
| I stood up to my dad for the first time in my life and I feel empowered. This man was big and powerful and rageful. I shared my feelings with him which I never have done. I accomplished my goal. Here is my poem. Conquering My Fears Today is one of victory. I have met the great frontier. For I stood up to my father. I have finally faced my fear. As a child he controlled me And there was nothing I could do. As an adult he used his money, To replace the guilt he knew. His emotions near destroyed me, Everyday seemed like a storm. He was scary and destructive, As his rage became the norm. His power was enormous, A feat I couldn’t defeat. This spilt into my adulthood, Where this dysfunction would repeat. Today I expressed my feelings To a father bigger than life. I conquered by own demon, And to me it just feels right. This experience has changed me. I feel empowered here today. There is new hope for tomorrow, That it will be a better day. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/24/13 |
| As I told you I was sexually molested by my brother and father.He helps me out financially by giving me guilt money. I am trying to find a way to break free of these because he is controlling, but I need this money. Here is my poem about this situation. The High Cost Of Abuse My father gives me money, As a way to show me love, But to me it is guilt money, As God knows up above. Let me tell you a story Of a child who had no choice. For I had been molested And for years I had no voice. Molested by my father, A man who had no bounds. He is sick and perverted, Or at least that’s what I found. He touched me when he shouldn’t have, As he messed up my whole life. Forced to do unwanted things, Even had to play his wife. My anger stems from that abuse And the abuse from others too. I am healing that today, This is what I choose to do. Time can never be turned back, To replace all that I’ve lost. Money can’t make up for this, For it comes at such a cost. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/22/13 |
| This is my tribute to those in Oklahoma. May those rest in peace and those still alive and who have lost everything, my prayers are with you. Though the road is long to recovery, God is there by your side. My Heart Cries Out To You For all those in Oklahoma, My heart cries out to you, This tragedy encountered, Has now changed your life for you. There is nothing I want more, Than for all to be okay, To be there reunited, With all loved ones here today. A misfortune in your lives That no one should ever know. The pain is overwhelming, As you’ve hit an all time low. Losses are much to handle, For some everything is gone. Find it deep within yourself, To be strong and just hold on. Help is there for all of you And somehow you’ll pull through. Rebuild your life and your homes, In any way that you can do. Prayers go out to each of you So that you may find your way. May God guide you in this time, To see a happier day. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/22/13 *FOR OKLAHOMA TORNADO VICTIMS |
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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.
