By Brandon Koebernik | Featured Contributor
Welcome back, demon,
I’ve been expecting you.
Now, what is your reason,
For the things I’m going through?
You should hold no power here,
Yet you manage to find a way.
I wish you’d just disappear,
But you reside in my brain.
Continue reading “Welcome Back, Demon [a poem on mental illness]”
By Bernard Demaere | Featured Contributor
Everyone must still wonder
How it all happens
Mental illness, by and by
Slowly
Unexpectedly
It creeps in on you
It is a process
Of an unloved story.
Lately, I’ve been telling an old friend of mine how wonderful the WordPress community is (at least the little snippet of it that I know). I’m always amazed at how a community of people who have never met, and are so different, can be so kind and supportive of one another. Because of that, I really wanted her to ‘meet’ you guys, since she very recently started blogging and wants to connect with others. Aside from giving her blogging tips, I specifically wanted to connect her with those of you that I already know, because, simply put, you guys really warm my heart (and secretly, I feel that you all are the coolest bloggers on wordpress!) So that is the purpose of this post.
Almost a year ago, I wrote something for your daughter.
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I never thought at that time that soon I would be writing similar lines for you.
So as I try to find ways to make sense of the pain of finding out that you left us, just as Kaitlyn had left us, I can only come out with these words…
…That through your daughter’s passing,
you had come into our lives.
Through your pain,
the world was moved.
Through your words,
eyes were opened.
Through your tears,
hearts were touched, lives changed.
And through your perseverance,
Kaitlyn lived on.
But even as you worked unceasingly,
Your soul continued to break, your heart grieved.
And now you are again with your daughter, your bright shining star.
Goodbye, Rhonda. Now you can finally rest.
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◊ A Poem Dedicated to the Memory of Rhonda ◊
Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will find… rather… strength in what remains behind…
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.For those who may not have known Rhonda, here are the links to her writing.
My Bright Shining Star: A Mother’s True Story of Brilliance, Love, and Suicide
