Come Out Of The Hiding

blue meaning blue and worn out meaning plain worn out of feeling blue and the withering soul is when someone has been under the dark clouds and walking a dreary soul inside. I will exbound on that in another poem perhaps. Have you never heard of a withering soul, when someone has no life left inside of them for so many different reasons? I shall revisit this again and you know I always love your comments yeay or nay. Love you xoxoxoxo Mona ps and no you are not picking I like your picking and reading very much!! Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.

Someday I will share another poem of another story. The dark gloominess alot of us may carry for alot of different reasons, some more then others, this poem was just reflecting how it is and how it may be time to overcome it. Everyone has sad days for sure, many many times and many many people, it could of been for many many years also that we walked in darkness. I will just say this is how I was once a very long time ago also, so when my soul awakened I was like the little girl again enjoying life and remembering the carousel instead of the pains and hurts of the youth..sometimes may carry into the teen and adult teen years. That is all I will say for now as I know alot of us can relate to things that have happened to us in life and how we have overcome most of it. It is work and IT CAN BE DONE:) :) Trust me I know I did just that. Light to all and love too! Thank you me Lovely Friend Annie Mona xoxoxo Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.

Yes we need to be ourselves, let it out, work it out, experiences of the past should not haunt us today, it is very healthy to heal the inner self of all feelings that control our very being, mentally and physically and come out stronger for doing so. Please see the comment to Cat and you will understand better, and I thank you also for your comment here and correct I do not hide anything ever as it does ones mind and body no good to do so. Got to get it out and nip it in the bud for it festers and ruins you like a withering weed. :) Love Mona xoxoxox We are what we are and that is what makes each one of us special in our own way. Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.

The fire smoldering is the soul dying and the embers to light a newer soul renewed and gone from the desolation and despair. Yes I will rework that some more as I know something was not quite right yet. Thanks Indi and you know I love your critique very much. All of you anyone who reads it. Love Mona Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.

For stopping by and commenting here and the lovely poem you wrote. I thank you for the read and appreciate the time you spent here. Love, Mona Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.

Actually this poem was written with myself in mind, and alot of others who are and have experienced the burdened soul of depression and anxiety. I probably could write alot more on this subject. There was a time in my own life I walked a very dark road and now have rekindled the spirit and soul like a new woman. This happened to me last year and maybe as I changed my job where there was so much ugly and despair I found the me that was there all along but stuck in a blackbox I describe the feeling of darkeness for a very long time. Then one day I started to remember alot of things that were buried in that black box, and once I worked through it and rid it of me, I started to change, my inner child, my sense of life and all around me just brought me into a much better light. My soul did not hurt as much and it was like a garbage truck lifted out of me..hard to explain just now those feelings I freed myself from. The recognition of the darkness and blowing it to the winds was the best thing I ever did for myself. No counselor no pill did what I did for myself and that was to work through it, starting writing and emptied out. I still have more work to be done but it is much better, the pain is not as surreal as it was all those years, walking down a dark road.. It is hard to explain here but I will find the time and courage to write of it someday soon. No more buried boxes of blackness I hold inside now for to work through it and to forgive the people who have wronged you is the best medicine anyone can recieve. It all takes courage and the will to let go and go on, afterall it's our attitude that can make or break us in anyway. Life may be unpleasant at times but I say ..this too shall pass, and it does. Sorry I guess I went into more discussion on this poem then I allowed myself to do but this may help others that anything is possible. Reckon alot of us have been through similiar things in life. Thanks for the visit and the star studded comments to all who read it. I appreciate it This poem is for all Love Mona xoxoxo