Depression Can Hit You Harder Than You Know It…..😞

Hello everyone….🙂

Depression poetry…🙁

They say that happiness will find you,

But I think sadness finds you too,

It sneaks upon you in darkness,

Just when you think you’ve made it through,

It opens holes in what was solid ground,

The kind you never know are there,

Until you go to make another step,

And find you’re standing over air,

The world around you passes by,

In blurs of colour and sound,

Nothing around you making sense,

As you continue your plummet down,

You can’t remember how it started,

And you don’t know when it will all end,

But you know that you’d give anything,

To stand upon your feet again,

Sadness is that feeling,

When the falling doesn’t stop,

And it saps your life of meaning,

And all the good things that you’ve got,

So when you finally hit rock bottom,

And you look back up at the sky,

What you once had seem’s far away,

The only thing left to do is cry,

People all yell out “save yourself “

Calling things about happiness and hope,

But they’re to busy with their lives to realise,

It’d be a lot quicker if they let down the rope,….

When I hit rock bottom… I looked at this thinking there as to be a way out…but there was one thing that stopped me was my family and my little god son…because above all I put them first…..💜🧡💙

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To My Happy Bloggers…Have A Very Merry Christmas 🎄…..

Hi, there my beautiful friends 👫….

Well this season is here again…🍻

To….

My lovely followers, we are strong and we can mend….with loads of inspiration, and happiness, a bond that never ends….♥️

Poem for Christmas Eve

This is a love story, if you can accept it,
that God the father looked down at his world 
and the world was like a sleeping, fitful child 
and the child was spoiled. 

Its nations called each other names 
and roamed earth’s playground like a gang of boys 
who choose sides, always brandishing 
their terrifying toys. 

The world thought it was fatherless and hunted 
restlessly for some new sign or token 
as if Christmas had come and gone, its presents 
all unwrapped, already broken, 

and the father God looked at his child 
and counted the cost of love’s freedom: but he had a plan, 
to step from out of time and into history 
and become a man. 

With eternity to find the spot he chose
with the greatest care. One night a workman stood 
in a barn with a group of animals 
watching the birth of God 

while out on the hills some shepherds were astonished
as a skyful of angels appeared then disappeared,
and a few astrologers saw a change in the stars
they’d studied for years

and almost everyone else knew nothing.  
Caesar turned and settled in his luxurious bed 
while in Bethlehem the power and the glory 
bawled for milk in a shed. 

It was quite an entrance. The only Son of God 
homeless, illegitimate, a refugee, 
owning nothing but the world that he grew up in 
had made himself quite empty, 

his birth itself a kind of dying where 
he abdicated power, omniscience, 
was needy, hated and misunderstood 
and after the last violence 

he was laid in the womb of a grave for the birth 
which Bethlehem merely anticipated 
and for which the blind, brave, barricaded 
spoiled world waited— 

no sage or rustic came with gifts, 
only some women, hopelessly brave, 
brought spices in the dark of morning 
to an empty grave. 

Two deaths, two births, the manger and the cross: 
the first brought hope, the second brought salvation.  
Out of his poverty this child has made us rich 
beyond imagination, 

and on a winter evening in a suburban home 
a father looks down at his sleeping child.  
The room is warm and brightly lit. Outside 
the night is darkly wild, 

and the child that sleeps knows well that she is loved,
and in her bones knows how to disobey, 
and she will learn that none is innocent, 
that death takes all away, 

and the father looking at her peaceful face 
feels his own helplessness and counts the cost 
of the love between them in a spoiled world 
where all must end in loss 

but for Bethlehem and Calvary. These births 
have brought an end to death, 
and the child in the manger is the Lord 
we feed on in our hearts by faith 

now and forever. Child, if you would wake
on this Christmas Eve outside you’d find
a star, not a streetlamp. Listen, you can hear
the angels’ message in the wind.


New Year Blessing……

A New Year Poem….

Christmas Holly

At the sound of the tolling midnight bell
a brand new year will begin.
Let’s raise our hopes in a confident toast,
to the promise it ushers in.

May your battles be few, your pleasures many,
your wishes and dreams fulfilled.
May your confidence stand in the face of loss
and give you the strength to rebuild.

May peace of heart fill all your days
may serenity grace your soul.
May tranquil moments bless your life
and keep your spirit whole.

Welcome New Year

Welcome the New Year,
Let the bells ring!
Lift up your voices;
Everyone sing!

The New Year’s beginning;
Start it off right.
Bid it good fortune
And welcome tonight.

The Old Year is passing,
But there’s none to mourn.
We are rejoicing;
The New Year is born!

Thank you to all of you….you beautiful wordpress bloggers…your amazing 😉 and thanks for sharing your beautiful experiences of your posts and also taking the time to read and share mine ♥️♥️🧡💙.. your the reason why I blog.. because we all deserve happiness, peace and love 💓

Take care….💞

Have a very merry and safe Christmas and a happy new year 🥳 !!!

Cheerio peeps ♥️✌🏼😃 xx