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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  |
| Sometimes I say ugly things that I don't mean. I've gotten better over the years and now I sometimes don't say enough. This poem was written from such an experience. So be careful what you say because once it's said, you're done. Ugly Moments Ugly words aren’t often said And are thoughts within my mind. I do not want to hurt you, Nor do I want to be kind. These words stem from my anger And resentments that are built. To think these thoughts are painful And instill in me some guilt. To act upon my anger, Is a behavior that is wrong, But sometimes I get tired, Of always being strong. So welcome into my world, Where thoughts always change, Where feelings don’t last forever And nothing’s prearranged. Where the good outweighs the bad. The highs outweigh the lows. Where doing good’s a way of life, For it’s one way I can grow. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/20/13 |
| I'm hoping that when I die my loved ones come to greet me. I don't want to be a ghost stuck here on earth. Unfinished Business Ghosts were walking on the earth For those who didn’t die. They have come to greet loved ones, In this world not in the sky. Some are young and some are old Just as human as can be. A meet and greet for all those Who were yearning to be free. Reflections of years gone by With memories now at hand. Despite the pain and misery Forgiveness they understand. Now ready to journey home To the place that sits above. Happiness is found by those, Who received and gave true love. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/16/13 |
| I would like to feel what it's like to be in love again and really truly know what love is. I can tell you what love isn't. I would like to be on the very of falling in love. One day. No relationship for 6 years, hopefully soon. I have spent the past 2 years really working on me and working through some serious issues which I know will pay off. On The Edge Of Love I’m really not quite certain If I’m in love or if I’m not. I really could go either way, With my own feelings that I got. They say I might be on the edge Of being or falling in love. The only one that really knows Is the one who sits above. Help me to go over the edge So I can feel what love’s about. Let me experience it, So that I will have no doubts. Now I’m on the opposite side And I’m feeling refreshed and new. It’s amazing what love can do, When you find something that’s true. So don’t give up and don’t give in Allow love to find it’s way. So over the edge you will be, On a very magical day. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/14/13 |
| My new poetry book, FROM RAGS TO RICHES, My journey through drug addiction and recovery is available at Amazon.com for $5.00. Here is the link http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=KYM... You should check it out. It has poems while in my addiction and my first year of recovery ending with spiritual poems |
| I had surgery on my hand for trigger finger so it hurts type. I want to wish all mothers out there a Happy Mother's Day. I too am a mother of a 25 yr old son, who I am very proud of. |
| This is how I feel sometimes, more so in the past, but I definitely can relate. Losing Control Death is silence, blood is pain, Can really make one go insane. Trapped inside a wicked mind, The brain will not be so kind. Around in circles one will go Spinning faster than one knows. Try to stop but just cannot, What a battle one has fought. Dizziness has just set in, Such a battle one can’t win. Blood and death go hand in hand, A craziness I understand. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/8/13 |
| Love is always painful when you break up. But what do you do when the other doesn't love you or never was in love with you. How do you move on? Badly Broken My heart is badly broken, I just I told the man above, He doesn’t seem to care no more, ‘Cause it really wasn’t love. I’m stuck, but trying to move on For the wound has no yet healed. People say I should be done, I’m making it a big deal. Tell that to this heart of mine Which just cries for days and days. I must mourn this loss of mine No matter what people say. For now I’m broken and I’m hurt There’s no way to change my mind. All I know is I got burned Because love had made me blind. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/7/13 |
| Too much prejudice in the world. Can't we all just get along. Adults need to learn from children who don't always distinguish between black and white. Prejudice No More Children don’t seem to care The color of their skin. All they want to do is play, At games where they can win. Friendship isn’t black or white It’s the person that you are. Children really show it best Than some adults so far. Treat each other just the same Instead of where we’re at. We all bleed the same color, There’s no mistaken in that. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/7/13 |
| I am not homosexual, but I can feel for those who are. I do not pass judgment, that is not my call. Angel Of Homosexuality Angel of homosexuality, For it’s you that understands, Exactly where I come from, When I take another’s hand. So what it it’s the same sex. It’s just how it worked for me. All I want in this here life, Is to somehow just be free. It’s not about sex per se Or about how it makes me feel. What it’s really all about Is the fact that this is real. I get judged and laughed at, By people who don’t agree. All I really want to do, Is to somehow just be me. It’s far from being easy, All the things that I go through. Love is something I want too, Does it matter really who? Angel of homosexuality Won’t you help me heal my pain. Protect me as you guide me So that no scars here remain. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/6/13 |
| I like sailing or doing anything outside or on the water. To be the water brings calmness and happiness. Sailing On The Ocean Blue Out into the open air I will sail the day away. There’s beauty in an open sea As I bow my head and pray. The sky is blue the clouds are white There are seagulls up above. Just one of God’s creations, That was made so out of love. The sea is calm with fish at bay It’s a day to rest at ease. Knowing that this journey has Just sailed the seven seas. The ocean breeze runs through me It tells me things are fine. There is nothing I like better Than the chills run down my spine. The ocean’s strength reminds me Of the ships lost long ago, The ones who couldn’t make it, For it was there time to go. Looking out my home’s in view For it’s land that I do see. Sailing on the ocean blue, Is the place I want to be. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/6/13 |
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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.
