Terror

Terror me.

come terror me.

terror me some more.

My night terror, you can’t dispel her, a memory I once bore.

A night terror.

Another terror.

Did I ask for more?

Not a night mare, just full of scare, these take their toll.

-OM

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Center Stage: 10/19/18

Thanks for sharing my post in the mix! -OM
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Riddle from the Middle

#BlackInWhiteChurch Explicated: ThreePointOh Blog

“I’d have to say the most anxiety-laden moment in a Black person’s experience at a predominantly White church is when the person in the pulpit says, “Turn and greet your neighbor and tell them you’re glad they’re here.”

Black person: Will they say hi? Will they look me in the eye? Will they shake my hand? Will they smile at me? Do they see me? Are they hoping I’ll not turn around? Do they know how petrified I am right now? Am I welcome here? Am I safe?”


Depression Settles at the Bottom: Harsh Reality

“I don’t view depression as waves, at least not for me. My depression feels like white flakes in a snow globe and are activated when something shakes me to my core. I become the center and the space around me becomes my world, a world I cannot see. While blinded I…

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Personal

Color me by number. Categorizing how I feel.

Shade in my personality with your interpretation of what I mean. Italics by a frown. Question marks by my smiles.

Color me in until I am free. Until there are no more numbers in me.

-Opinionated Man

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Rain and sun

I figured out what rain was when I walked beneath your cloud. I walked around and saw droplets falling without a single sound. I knew I had found your sadness when tears washed upon my eyes. They felt like my tears feel when I cry sometimes. That’s when I realized we were crying as one. It wasn’t rain at all I felt, I was standing under the sun.

-OM

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Depression Settles at the Bottom

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I don’t view depression as waves, at least not for me. My depression feels like white flakes in a snow globe and are activated when something shakes me to my core. I become the center and the space around me becomes my world, a world I cannot see. While blinded I feel my swinging mood aiming for me like a gauntlet and I am the fool that has entered into it blind. No matter how hard I try, I simply cannot escape.

It has been 17 years since I found out about my birth mom and my sister. It has been 12 years since I tried to kill myself the first time. It has been 9 years  since I found happiness again. Through those transitions I have relearned my depression. Through those years I have grown to accept it and myself.

People always want to fix things. Fix your smile so it looks just right, fix your attitude so it fits your new smile, and while we are at it let’s fix your past so you can finally move on. Depression? Take these meds, a few more pills. Lay back down on this couch… aren’t you comfortable yet? Tell me about your problems so I can tell you why they aren’t really issues. Let me know all your concerns so I can explain how you created them. Men and women in white coats scribbling your life away in a second. Trying to find the answers when we don’t even know the question.

Depression settles at the bottom. It never goes away. It never “finally leaves.” When happiness slams the door who is the first to notice and peep their head from waiting closet? Who knows just the right words to whisper in your ear so that you question the answers you once had?

Feelings come like a shaking sun and all you can do is stand there in your crystal prison and wait.

Waiting for depression to settle once more.

-Opinionated Man

Jason C. Cushman

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Week

Monday night.

Sunday’s some day in the future.

I rest upon a Tuesday as we booze our way to Wednesday.

A Friday to ponder upon a forgotten day.

What day was it anyway?

I wish upon a perfect Saturday.

Never ending latter day of hours missed.

Finally a day just to be a day.

What will I do with it?

-OM

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