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Array ( [sid] => 179287 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => No Release [time] => 2014-09-16 03:50:34 [hometext] => Just found this. I'm sure it was written in the last 8 months [bodytext] => Huge dark waves
filled with despair
Crashing into my soul
Drowning, can't breathe
swallowing the darkness
filling my eyes with rage
my body vibrates with too many emotions.
Crying to lash out
release my rage and darkness
fear, resentment and anger.
Confusion sets in,
throwing chaos everywhere.
No relief, no escape, no peace.
Every day is harder than the next.
Too many hurt feelings,
I can't let go.
I believe words have power.
Temper out of control,
Losing my ability to contain myself.
Scared, angry,
Always ready to defend myself.
Feeling helpless and utterly worthless
besides taking care of kids.
That I get no break from.
I'm going insane.
I get no break.
Full of despair.
I bear resentment that turns to anger.
So so full of anger all the time.
I need a release and I'm not allowed one.
I don't deserve one because
I don't have a real job.
Yeah, being a mom and a housewife isn't a job.
There is no appreciation for what I do.
I feel used while he has freedom.
I am so jealous I make myself sick.
I don't want to be in my own skin anymore.
The frustration is constant
and my little one has a horrible attitude lately!
I feel totally smothered lately with no air to breathe
and no one will hear or listen to me.
Like my opinions don't matter or count for anything.
I'm good for child care and paperwork/
Go me, I'm almost invisible! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 61 [informant] => fairiepsycho [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
No Release

Contributed by fairiepsycho on Tuesday, 16th September 2014 @ 03:50:34 AM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



Huge dark waves
filled with despair
Crashing into my soul
Drowning, can't breathe
swallowing the darkness
filling my eyes with rage
my body vibrates with too many emotions.
Crying to lash out
release my rage and darkness
fear, resentment and anger.
Confusion sets in,
throwing chaos everywhere.
No relief, no escape, no peace.
Every day is harder than the next.
Too many hurt feelings,
I can't let go.
I believe words have power.
Temper out of control,
Losing my ability to contain myself.
Scared, angry,
Always ready to defend myself.
Feeling helpless and utterly worthless
besides taking care of kids.
That I get no break from.
I'm going insane.
I get no break.
Full of despair.
I bear resentment that turns to anger.
So so full of anger all the time.
I need a release and I'm not allowed one.
I don't deserve one because
I don't have a real job.
Yeah, being a mom and a housewife isn't a job.
There is no appreciation for what I do.
I feel used while he has freedom.
I am so jealous I make myself sick.
I don't want to be in my own skin anymore.
The frustration is constant
and my little one has a horrible attitude lately!
I feel totally smothered lately with no air to breathe
and no one will hear or listen to me.
Like my opinions don't matter or count for anything.
I'm good for child care and paperwork/
Go me, I'm almost invisible!




Copyright © fairiepsycho ... [ 2014-09-16 03:50:34]
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Re: No Release (User Rating: 1 )
by fredmonte101 on Tuesday, 16th September 2014 @ 09:30:30 AM AEST
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You are more important than you may know. YOur Children are a gift for you to raise up before God and man. Teach them well and pat yourself on the back for as it goes not many will do that usually. SO keep up all the good you do and your CHildren will rise up and call you blessed and no matter what will remember you-- as their Mom.


Re: No Release (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 17th September 2014 @ 02:01:44 AM AEST
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Dont let the crazy of the world today drag you down.It is hard I know, you are somebody important and are beautiful and loved.

Michelle


Re: No Release (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 20th September 2014 @ 08:30:47 PM AEST
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I think I understand growing up in the sixties
Respect is hard when you are alone
Not by planning I was a house husband for
Six months... She could contact me at anytime
I had no idea where she would be at any given
time. Children, mine are dear, but they were
so young. A sinking feeling came over me
--- of being left behind.
Of course, you should believe in Me --- You that is!
That's kind of the problem with society in general
I think. How we value work and each other.

--- better than/ good I'm sure you are!
Glad you shared this.

Peace!




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