We all have ‘stuff’

They walk through crowds
heads bowed
unable to verbalise
their hurt

Some cover with fake smiles
whilst others openly weep
small pieces begin to break
the broken us

We all have ‘stuff’

Some breathe through it
others struggle for breath
hiding easier than facing
denying what they feel

Problems are just that
the size no consequence
to those who suffer
for we are individual

We all have ‘stuff’

A smile ~ a tear
withdrawing or talking
inner screams or outer
we all need to be heard

To be given support
having that shoulder
let us not cry alone

It’s like the carousel that
……. Will not stop
……. We go around with our ‘stuff’
……. In the hope we are heard
……. We have a voice
……..Let us use it

Copyright JMTacken 10.3.2015
Photo Credit
Tears –
growingingod.org

can you help the ones that cry (Prose from 3 words)

I have side stepped from my ‘evil’ persona for this.  3 words seems to be all the encouragement and inspiration that is required some days. These 3  tears, hope &  shoulder were given to me by summerstommy.com

Everybody hurts sometime
~ so the words are sung
to what breadth ~ the one who feels the pain
that cuts into their very breath is the one who truly knows
others (as the bystanders) only see the tears
or the sadness in their eyes that once held hope or joy
the forlorn look across their face, that once held smiles
and what they need is comforting the simplest hug
the kindest word to help alleviate their pain

and cuddles are the smallest things, yet the
happiness they bring ~ immeasurable, contact
with a friend whose strength will see them through
who can ask them how they are and really listen
not just nod as if they understand, when they
themselves confused; to give a little reassurance
that they will smile again and tears will melt away

and what they need is hope 
that what they feel right now will dissipate
that feelings of self worth or loss will lift
that they will have much brighter days
give them your shoulder for they won’t
bear too much weight, only what they carry
deep inside and the full extent of what they feel
won’t be enough to make you crumble…. only them

©jmtacken Sep 2013

 

Still interested in receiving 3 words, if anyone who hasn’t shared cares to do so.

Picture it & Write Prompt Just hit Enter

For this Challenge by Picture it & Write, we can either follow the theme go to
http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2013/03/03/picture-it-and-write-special/#respond
or create your own version of the picture below. I have chosen my own theme.

My fingers shake above the keyboard, my nose runs, yet I just sit here sniffing, like an infant, wiping the end of my nose with the back of my hand,  instead of reaching for a tissue from the box in front of me.
The letters on the keys are blurry, they fade out, then come into focus.
I know where each letter sits, I don’t care.
I feel my heart beating loudly inside my chest, my breath is fast, shallow.
Every now and then my chest rises sharply but falls just as quickly, as I try desperately to hold back more tears.
Five times now, I have counted them, a tear drops, hits a key and sinks into a gap between the letters.
At least the letter is clearer.
Why has it come to this, that I sit here, my body shaking, stomach hurting, as if someone has punctured my intestines with a six inch blade, I feel nauseous, my body fights to hold the expulsion of vomit.

I will myself … do this, move your hand to the right, hit that damn enter key.

Like the letters, my view seems clearer.

Enter

 

 

“God what have I done”.

For

Rain

drops translucent touch my tongue
pop on taste buds flavour
naught but swallow for the feel

rain on palms open wide
runs between my fingers
like soft melted chocolate

tears from the sky fall
blending with mine transparent
is it I who cries or the sky

 

djchuhan.com

a prompt from Miriam E  3 lines 4-5 words each line – how rain makes me feel –  Thank you!

ramblingsfromamum    2.1.2013

Tears

Transparent teardrop that trickles down thy cheek

followed by another,  if you could

what would you speak?

 

Transparent teardrop trickles down thy face

followed by another its path

it tries to trace

 

Could you tell me why you fall

upon skin so young and fair?

droplets of silent emotion

is there too much pain to bear?

 

Or perhaps that it is laughter

that brings you upon fair cheek

laughter welled from inside

it is from happiness you peek?

 

We can look upon the face for signs

as to the reason you have come

so transparent teardrop

are you here from a smile or a frown?

 

We cannot read you, we only see you flow

are you here from pain or joy

the answer we do not know

 

Written whilst sitting in my car at lunch-time.