Pulling me back

By day I walk with head held high,
Mostly the Night would pass me by,
Leave me alone and not to dwell
On Life before, my Living Hell.

Each day I wake, am grateful for
The man alongside, whom I adore,
The one who saved me from my pain,
Gave me a reason to trust again.

For months all’s well,  I’m happy and gay
Then a Night comes and strips it all away,
Pulling me back to days long gone,
To self-doubt, loss and an empty home.

A time when darkness stayed with me,
Private demons wouldn’t let me free,
Then things just burst, I could take no more,
And I curled up tightly on the floor.

Months of pills and careful watch,
People avoided me, afraid to catch
Whatever it was that ailed me so,
Not knowing the taunts that wouldn’t let go.

I rose above it, and turned it round,
Determined to learn, not go to ground,
Raised my head, and proudly stood tall,
Knocking down that belittling wall.

Friends I never knew I had
Stood by me, protecting me from The Bad,
Helped me overcome my fears,
Comforted in times of endless tears.

I know The Night will always remind
Me of the life left far behind,
But that was Then, a different Me,
The remnants of someone I used to be.

The past has made me who I am today,
I’d honestly have it no other way,
Out of the darkness shines Love’s Light,
My guide to pull me back from The Night.

bad dream light

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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