Why I am here

I began writing poetry at an early age after my dad passed away, he died on my 11 birthday, to use poetry to get over a lot of obstacles in my life have helped me through many hard times ...

I have struggled with crippling social anxiety for 10 years and locked me inside my own shell, it took me sooo long to work my way up from the dark place I thought was so safe and sound ...

Apart from depression and anxiety, I've got a lot thrown at me in her lap through time, two years ago I was diagnosed with endometriosis (rare disease that women are incredibly painful at times)

In January this year I was admitted to the rheumatology department, where I was then diagnosed with fibromyalgia and MSS (muscle pain syndrome) this is very painful but something I have to learn to live with this too ..

This blog contains my poems I have written throughout the ages, this has become my way to overcome sadness and dark times ...

I use both good and bad to create something out of and this helps me to look ahead in life ..

So no matter what gets thrown into the lap of me so I'm a fighter I am stubborn and do not give up until I reach my goals, so now you know a bit who I am and why I'm here ..

COPYRIGHT! All poems, pictures that are posted on this page is not allowed to copy or take them as your own, please respect this .. Regards Melissa

Friday, March 18, 2011

Tidens Løfte

Det vil nok ta en tid, å lege dine sår, så dype som dem er så tar det nok mer tid enn
år. Glede skal du få, men ingenting føles riktig siden ting er vansklig nå,
Du vil nok glemme ei, den flammen som en gang brant deg.

ildens intense varme som strømmet gjennom deg, nok tårer har du felt, du
skal finne veien nå, gjennom mørkets hindringer skal du med solthet gå,
du er så mye verdt la ingen si deg mot, du er ett unikt vesen og du fortjener noe stort.

Jeg vil love deg at du kan stole på meg, at en vakker dag da solen gryr skal du
på eventyr, mareritt tar slutt du finner motet frem, og tross for fortid skal du komme
deg på beina igjen.. Ingenting varer evig og ingenting er perfekt, verden kan slå deg rett ut

og det kommer ikke ann på hvor hardt den slår, men det kommer ann på hvor hardt du slår tilbake, ingenting kan slå deg ut som denne verden kan, men med ditt mot og uten frykt skal du finne veien fram.

Written By Melissa

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