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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 metaphoric poem about love and glass broken on the ground. Shattered Memories Broken glass there on the ground With pieces shattered about. Just like the soul of my heart That is simmering with doubt. So be careful where you walk It’s my heart you’ll step upon. It will take time to repair For the love is now all gone. Time is something that will heal All the pain I have endured. Memories not forgotten Just fading into a blur. Mended is this heart of mine To the point of being whole. I’m ready to love again As I open up my soul. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 3/16/13 Kymberly Erickson |
| I am trying to detach from my mother, who never protected me as a child. This is a difficult process for me. She has been deceased for 10 yrs now and this stuff is still coming up. I have hope that I will get through this process to emerge as the person I was meant to be not a copy of the one who abused me. Detaching From You I look at you and I see me I find it hard to get away. We’re so enmeshed; intertwined It makes everything not okay. I cannot get you off my mind For you live and breathe in me, You make my life miserable, It’s impossible to be free. I’ve become so much like you, For you molded me that way. I’m cold, rigid and cannot feel, This is not how I want to stay. I must detach myself from you, This is something I must do. I must find out who I am, There is no more me and you. Just because we’ve been enmeshed Doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I’ve come to a point in my life That I need to face what’s true. So let me go and set me free So a new person can become. Although the road will be painful, I will be free when this is done. Freedom from all resentment And all the anger that I know. To finally lay you down to rest, Would mean I’ve finally let you go. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 3/20/13 |
| I grew up in an alcoholic family where there was physical and sexual abuse. Please read my heartfelt poem of that experience. Childhood Nightmares No one there to protect me Nor to keep me safe and warm. Everyday was some chaos Of the calm before the storm. Now if they had been drinking, I would hold on to my seat. For I knew there was trouble And the abuse would then repeat. They changed when they were drinking, As they thought disturbing thoughts. They acted out their childhoods, The behaviors they were taught. Always living on the edge, Where stability was none. Only when it was over, Did I know that it was done. My father beat my mother, So in turn they beat me too. With bruises on my body And not a thing that I could do. Many painful memories. How much could one child take, Before I would be finished To the point where I would break? An adult who is a child, Who’s had trouble moving on. Blocked are certain memories I can’t handle till I’m strong. Stronger than I am right now ‘Cause the pain is just too great. If I’m meant to remember Let the facts then so dictate. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 3/16/13 |
| I do love my peace and will fight for it. Peace Of Mind Peace in my heart, my soul, my mind Is the feeling I have today. Knowing that no matter what, Things will simply be okay. Despite life’s many ups and downs I will retain my peace and joy, Protect it from those who try To steal it and destroy. An attitude of thankfulness For the gifts I have received. Paying forward and giving back, All those things I now believe. My peace of mind is knowing That I’ve done my very best, To be there for another While at work or when at rest. A state one freely can obtain By releasing and letting go, The baggage of one’s existence As a way to help one grow. Such peace and tranquility Of mind, body and soul, Is a choice that one can make When wanting to be whole. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 3/11/12 |
| I'm thankful for my family, my friends and my sponsor. I'm thankful for the beautiful things I see in this world with my own eyes. I'm thankful for the things I have the gifts which I've been given. Today I am very thankful for having a God in my life. As I travel my journey through life, I hope to experience many more good things with an attitude of being positive.I'm thankful to be alive, despite the negative thoughts I get to end my life. I am just so thankful for many things and I hope you are thankful too. God loves me and that makes me happy. |
| I wrote this poem off a picture that was hanging and water was overflowing the frame. Picture Frame Of Life Overflowing sea water From the picture frame of life, Seagulls flying in the sky As the sky turns into night. I’m watching from the sidelines And confused at what I see. The water keeps overflowing Right there in front of me. With life that’s ever changing Circumstances not fair, A world that’s left unbalanced Can it really be repaired? A message plain and simple That we need to get on track. Diminish all the evil, Go forward and not look back. I heard the cries from above, We’re in a dangerous place. If we choose not to fix this, Consequences we must face. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 3/7/13 Kymberly Erickson |
| I have done some inner child work and right now, my inner child, or little Kym is crying out for help. I know that this sounds crazy, but we all have a little inner child. Not all are sad or in pain like mine some are happy and had a great childhood. Here's is poem I wrote about my inner child. Child Of My Inner Self Inner child inside myself I feel your pain inside. I know you’re hurting badly And you want to run and hide. I know all of your secrets That are hidden by your walls. I am here to protect you Anytime I hear you call. I know you feel abandoned And unloved inside your heart, But I am here to help you If to get a brand new start. There’s nothing you can tell me That I won’t understand, For you live and breathe in me And united we will stand. With the passing of each day You will see that I’m still here, To love you like I’m supposed to And to take away your fears. Soon your pain will fade away, You’ll be nurtured and alive. We will live in harmony Without ever being deprived. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 3/4/13, 3/5/13 Kymberly Erickson |
| Sometimes I feel numb from the things from my past and from pain that I have suffered, but in the end I have learned to accept my pass and to forgive those who have harmed me. Take Away My Numbness Please take away my numbness And then let me feel my pain. Let me be alive again For the days that still remain. Let my heart cry out to you Hear the hurt inside my bones. Release me from my troubles Let me never be alone. Talk to me and understand The reasons I have to protect, The walls in which I have built To forget my own neglect. Prepare me for the unknown As new life breathes in me, To feel just like a human As I’m finally set free. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 3/4/13 Kymberly Erickson |
| Today is a good day. Nothing to really complain about. I've got my health, my family and friends and God in my life. Still trying to get a handle on the way a certain girl makes me feel. I have a transference problem and she is my mother to me. So I started going back to therapy to work on mother issues again. Hopefully I can go deep this time to resolve this ugliness and negative feelings. My mother and I's relationship was very turbulent and she was never there for me. She abandoned me and let things happen that shouldn't have, I have forgiven her but I just need to get to my pain so I, in turn, can help someone else. Hope everyone had a great weekend. |
| I love to write about angels and I'm doing a whole series on them. Angel Of The Highest Regard Angel of the highest regard How do I honor thee. You’re my mentor I admire Though you’re someone I can’t see. Angel of the highest regard How do I respect thee. You’ve led me down the right path And have made me happy. Angel of the highest regard You know what’s best for me. You gave me good direction And helped me to be me. Angel of the highest regard Your gift is well received. You gave me back my life For in me you believed. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/27/13 |
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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.
