a pouring out of myself in a condition of complete mental and physical exhaustion.




More Than Anything...

More than anything
there remains a searching
for a peaceful place of rest
A balm for soothing minds
of healing emotional distress
Inside the heart is a longing
to lie down upon tenderness
and sleep with no more moaning
in a place of gentleness
But there is a lock upon the door
that opens the vault of hidden pain
waiting to pour out the flood to flow
drowning the soul in an unquenchable rain
Rain that comes in torrents
swelling unseen oceans of dreams
visible only in desperate times of
wakefulness and screaming nightmares
and all the darkness between.
There are monsters alive and hungry
and the savage beings
angry and mean
like sharks circle the maimed
sensing the taste of bloody torment
killing the weakest and the blamed.
The mind is a maze of intricate connections
electrical and surreal
bursting like lightning upon raging storms
in skies that smother and kill.
Weary from physical and spiritual battles
dragging oneself to the harbor to heal
making believe that all is healthy
hoping that one day the healing
will finally become real.





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-09-06 at 01:07

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maxmedo
Dear Kathy, i can't tell you that i really know what you are going through, but i felt a part of it one day and i was so depressed. Kathy you are strong, strong because you are you, what would the beloved one want for you now, being strong? do it dear Kathy. You can cross the channel across it's dragging streams, you can enlighten your days with the sweetest memories. I dont know if i should be teling you this, but Kathy you are the ONLY one who can make it better for yourself, we can only light thouse small lamps along your path, but you will choose the path. Kathy...i..i

~Max
2008-09-06


girlswattitude
Beloved Kathy

To carry strenght
and not to show the inner batle
that goes on within one
is hard and takes so much pain
To be strong outside
but feel thats you slowly drown inside
is a never ending strugle
with oneself

I wish you a moment
to breath and know all is here for you

love you
2008-09-06


Phyllis J. Rhodes
This came pouring out fast and unrestrained I can see. It tells of something so unbeautiful, in a breath takingly beautiful way. It shares the most inner places of your mind and heart so realisticly that the pain and confusion jump off the screen and into the readers heart. You are a very gifted poet but unfortunately that gift comes because of so much trauma and tragedy you have lived through. This is a remarkable piece. I ache reading it. Bookmarked. Love you sis.
2008-09-06



I have taken this journey and still take it Kathy....healing is a terrible slow process of time when the wound of loss is so deep and equally so sudden! my loss was sudden and it ripped my heart and soul apart to billions of tiny pieces....I floated with only trust in my destiny to get us through....however I found little niches of much sort after relief, in the strangest of people and places along the way, I still do every day. This was a strongly human write on what it is to be human and in such dreadful pain....keep writing it out and there will be light along the way, I am living poof, there is no doubt.

hug from Tai with a big wet tear in her eye. x
2008-09-06

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