One key
twinkles another
lower moans
played together
become one
lingering night
the stars
and moon
bring their
own melodies
of heart
this white
ashen warm
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Bubbles
Like some
bubble blown
floating upwards
breeze caught
and dancing
soapy rainbows
catching light
your message
lifts me
like breaths
blown into
a child’s
magic wand
Memories
Long shadows
come quicker
and also
fade faster
in the
cold months
taking place
in darkness
none remain
at end
of day
neither to
haunt or
to miss
Pill
A pill
to kill
whatever found
it’s way
inside me
bringing its
own terrors
I do
remember before
when things
that now
bring anguish
brought joy
Illness
Having been now
in this place
for four years
I’d all but
forgotten the darkness
but once illness
came to visit
bringing along its
own unending night
I saw again
just how pervasive
its perversity was
no more colors
just gray gradients
a screaming existence
like tires breaking
about to strike
