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Espresso with Chalice

My Day Off: a poem about depression and adhd

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I have prepared my papers 
I have done my research
It is time to sit and do
The thing I’ve always wanted to do. 

But a cup of coffee would be nice to go with it
Steamy, rich…
And I do have that new coffee maker
And even some sweet cream. 

Wait how many beans do I grind?
I will have to look it up again
Where was it 
I can’t remember… 

You know what I should do
Create a notebook with this info
Just a place to jot down important stuff
OOH I’ll just use my organizer

Oh shoot, I am behind with my organizer
What did I do the other day
To record it for my timesheet
I need to be better with this thing

Oh Yeah, that happened
I can’t believe that happened
I can’t believe they did that
Or I said that… 

Ugh… 
What was I doing again. 
All I can think of is that thing they said
Or that I did… 

If I could just focus
I wouldn’t get so behind
But today is my day off
I was going to do something special

But I can’t believe they said that
Or that I did that
I need to think of something else
Or I’ll go insane

It’l be like the last time
and It will just get worse
Ok, time to think of something else
Why am I so stupid?

STOP
BEING
STUPID
DAMMIT

Hope Comes in the Morning: A poem about waking up

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Not mud, nor a shell, just cold
Leaving the loving embrace 
So soft, so warm, not cold
hugged by a fluffy weight

But waken we must
And forward we go
The dark night is my friend
But so is the light of day

Because hope comes in the morning
Even when it’s ignored. 

I get what you say
Just let me sleep longer
You can’t
There are musts to do

And those musts will have their do
And you won’t even hate it
Your just comfy right now
hugged by a fluffy weight. 

Because hope comes in the morning
Even when it’s ignored. 

You will sing songs
About sorrows and joys
You will feed puppies
Who love you without question

The musts aren’t that bad
if I can just move a bit
To embrace the cold morning
Though hugged by a fluffy weight

Because hope comes in the morning 
Even when it’s ignored.

Chrysalis

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I have been reflecting on my ADHD and Depression through poetry, I hope you enjoy this poem about getting out of bed in the morning. 

The worm begets her work today
In the Chrysalis she makes
And all the energy involved
As through the shell she breaks. 

I wonder of the texture touch
The one her hands have found
When the future needs thee push
I wish to not be ‘round. 

The sun breaks through the window pain
In the cold cold winter air. 
The warmth beneath the blankets call
And scream not tarry there

The shell around my body firm
The need outside it roars
And though I’d rather not go out
Nay breaking winter storm

The winter of my life it comes
Even when the spring begets
And lost are days and sometimes found
For death above regret.

A Poem About the Hard Days

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Some days are filled with riot
Some days are full of rancor
Some days full of hard hard work
And some of battles wild

Other days just like nights
And sleepy sleepy echoes
When all the day long nothing comes
And …Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, ugh… 

And God’s own Son they called him Christ
A busy busy bee
Would turn the temple tables 
And thousands he would feed

But the night with ebon pinyon 
He brooded or the vale
He sought the lone embrace
An absent father fails. 

But even other lighter days
He’d sit and walk with friends
Or alone for thirty years
Just trying to blend in. 

I wonder if Christ’s depression
Was anything like mine
I wonder if he tossed and turned
And finally his night resigned? 

Or if there were days no living face
Could rouse him from his bed
Even in the early 
Before the thorns up on his head

Oh hell, I don’t know 
It’s just a thought of mine
Oh, holy Christ I just don’t know
Where all my hope has gone

And the blankest days
And the empty nights 
And the times of muddled mind
[I had a thought now gone]

Christmas in Short

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A Cheesy Christmas Poem from Mississippi Because There aren’t many.

By Justin and Alicia McCreary

It’s Christmas day in shorts
Because I live here in Mississippi

It’s Christmas day in shorts
No smoke going up the chimney

But still the lights adorn the house
And comfy outside is the mouse

Where the mosquitoes fly to and fro
and my Christmas sweater does not go

For tee-shirts and shorts to enjoy cornbread dressing
Barbecue pork my shirt up, is messing

Sweet potato pie, and brisket to boast
Black eyed peas and a visit from the holy ghost

Then afternoon comes and we turn the AC
Because of the meat sweats while we watch TV

Holiday movies we’ve all seen before
Oh look some deviled eggs, I think I’ll have more.

Wait did aunt Peggy just bring Oyster Dressing
And when did this gumbo show up I was missing.

I suspect I am full, but I can have a little bit more
After pecan pie, and collard greens comes napping I’m sure.

We’ve moved all the folding chairs, borrowed from church
And we’re napping and napping, and yawning…. (Snore Sound)

Wait what was I doing? I think I’ll have another slice of pie!

And then we take leftovers in sacks from Piggly Wiggly.
Where did this Jello come from so jiggly.

And then as we leave we stand in the driveway
as another hour passes and goodbye we say.

Because Christmas down here seldom has snow
But in the heat, and mosquitos there’s love that we show.

Love baked in treats, and savory foods
Love in the hearts, in the souls and the moods.

Because Christmas down here is different than songs
For Christmas in Shorts, never goes wrong.

Miasma

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Churning and burning, the waves whip and sizzle.
Thinking, drinking… the feeling… sinking…

I drift into the emptiness, the primordial void
A hollowness so full it crushes… me.

The great sea resting on nothing, I just can’t
The waves whipping so hot they freeze…

The beasts that swim in the miasma and chaos
attacking ever inward be.

Where Leviathan and Behemoth are not tamed
And Tehom, like a vacuum absorbs all light.

Yet, this is not an evil place.
It is just another place to be.

Because from this place the fool creates their future
From Magician to World… all things come from this sea.

Emptiness compressed into raging waters.
Because without the chaos I am nothing.

There is a place inside (a poem about panic)

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There is a place inside, deep and hollow
Where echoes abound and silence to harrow

Emily felt it in her brain, and it went down, down.
It is a chamber in my belly, infinite and sound.

It is a vacuum, a hungry ghost
it is insecurity, a plutonian boast
a nothing, a something, an empty so full
so quiet, so loud, and discordant… in order.

They tell me to breathe when I cannot
They tell me to hope with terror so fraught.

And the heart beats loud. in my ears
My chest feels stuck, my breath is gone
and inside a scream, that is never drawn
Inside a pounding where there should be silence.

And fear… fear… fear… fear… fear… fear.

So much fear…

And then collapse, I’m in the land of dreams
Floating endlessly until I see it. A door that takes me home.

Even when I don’t want to go.

My Covenant (Upon Bringing Delta Home from the Shelter)

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As you prance before me, seeking attention,
I look into your eyes, large and full of love
.I rest my head against yours and feel the warmth
I hear you sigh as you rest on the floor at my feet.

Born to this world with eyes closed, your mother licked you clean.
What was it like to open your eyes the first time and see?
Who did you see did they look at you with love?
What did you hear as you fought to suckle for life.

And then the other face. The one that turned you out.
Leaving you at a gate, for others to find.
Did they yell? Did they scream?
Did they set you quietly in the seat next to them?

Sometimes I wonder how they felt,
But most often I don’t care.
I wonder if it was quiet in the vehicle that brought you
I wonder if they refused to look you in the eyes when they dropped you.

You breathe deeply while you sleep
Your breathing brings me peace when chaos reigns.
When you look up at me with only love
With affection so pure, there is no doubt you are my family.

I hope that you know, this is your home,
Your bowl will have food.
Your belly will be scratched
And you will not be turned out.

This is my covenant and hope
And this is my prayer to all yet unhomed.
That you all find a place to be loved
Because there is no doubt you will first choose to love.