#amwriting #poetry #thinkingofyou Out of the darkness, a poem for @mykalday1 by Tracy Diane Miller

#amwriting #poetry #thinkingofyou Out of the darkness, a poem for @mykalday1 by Tracy Diane Miller
I have stumbled through the darkness,
With pain serving as my guide,
When even the joy of writing,
Won’t conceal the sorrow that I feel inside.

I have stumbled through the darkness,
With deafening silence and where nothingness is a hollow word,
When out of the darkness, you appear with kindness,
Your sincerity and compassion I so gratefully heard.

For a girl who writes poetry,
Words are always her meal,
For a friend like you who listens,
She finds herself on the road to heal.

I don’t forget for a moment,
That you genuinely showed that you care,
In those lingering moments of sorrow,
When hope emerges from my despair.

In return, you asked for nothing,
You allowed me the space,
You respected that a crowd I would never want,
Your actions I still embrace.

More precious than a rainbow, a birthday poem for Elise by Tracy Diane Miller

More precious than a rainbow, a birthday poem for Elise
by Tracy Diane Miller

When clouds cry,
And from their tears to grow,
The beautiful colors,
Of a rainbow.

The sun will smile,
At the sky, you know,
But do you what is more precious,
Than a rainbow?

A little girl named Elise,
The joy she brings,
For her family,
Their hearts will sing.

To look into her small face,
To feel the love from her tiny embrace,
No doubt her family would say,
Elise means happiness in every way.

On this day,
We know it is true,
We send our birthday wishes to Elise,
As she turns two.

#amwriting #poetry I remember the me that I used to be, a poem by Tracy Diane Miller

#amwriting #poetry I remember the me that I used to be, a poem
by Tracy Diane Miller

If I could perform a requiem,
With a heavy heart to mourn,
I would remember the me that I used to be,
In my youth where optimism was born.

Each day when I awoke,
With a hopeful smile to adorn my face,
The moments that lie ahead,
A future I desperately chased.

I remember my past,
I remember me,
Often I’m visited by the shadows,
Of whom I used to be.

I remember me,
For I know that cynicism is a learned art,
When betrayal becomes a broken record,
I’ve discovered how to protect my heart.

Once I rushed time,
Where was I even running to?
A future that held such promise,
I thought I would know what to do.

How terribly ironic,
That towards a future I so naively roamed,
Where in the past were my best of times,
When I truly felt at home.

#amwriting #poetry Poetic whispers from a stranger, a poem for @bkerbunny by Tracy Diane Miller

#amwriting #poetry Poetic whispers from a stranger, a poem for @bkerbunny by Tracy Diane Miller
You don’t know me,
But that’s okay
For the poetic whispers from a stranger,
Still have much to say.

Sometimes in this vast world,
And when you wrestle with despair,
There comes the voice of a stranger,
Bringing compassion to show that she cares.

Maybe those whispers from that unseen stranger are faint,
Maybe those whispers are dressed in rhyme,
Yet, the poetic whispers from a stranger,
Are a small comfort at this time.

She is but a shadow,
From across cyberspace,
This girl who writes poetry,
Her Muse who does embrace.

When you hurt,
When sorrow burdens your heart,
The poetic whispers from a stranger,
Heartfelt sentiments she seems to impart.

You don’t know me,
But that’s okay,
For the poetic whispers from a stranger,
Still have much to say.

#HappyBirthdayToniBasilio #amwriting #poetry What might this day hold, a birthday poem for Toni Basilio by Tracy Diane Miller

Today, Sunday, March 12th, is Toni Basilio​​ ‘s birthday. Here is the birthday poem that I wrote for her:

#HappyBirthdayToniBasilio #amwriting #poetry What might this day hold, a birthday poem for Toni Basilio by Tracy Diane Miller
Sometimes, I often wonder: do the sun and the moon conspire,
As they plot the day and the night?
These two entities of opposites,
Mistresses of the dark and the light.

If they do conspire,
What might this day hold?
Are the moments foreshadowed in the clouds,
Or, in the beauty of the sky to behold?

To awake this morning,
As the seconds come rushing by,
Then, to pause with grateful reflection,
At the realization that it’s your birthday is why.

What might this day hold?
I pray for you, this day holds the best it can possibly be,
As you create the warmest of memories,
That are yours for your heart to see.

#amwriting #depression #poetry Each wave is not the same, a poem by Tracy Diane Miller

#amwriting #depression #poetry  Each wave is not the same, a poem
by Tracy Diane Miller

A sea of pain, an endless ebb and flow ,
Following the rhythm of the day and night,
Where shadows of guilt and shame feed on me,
Is hope absent from my sight?

Each wave is not the same
In the quiet of every moment,
There are so many faces out there visible from the waves,
Voices drowning in sorrow; compassion so desperately craved.

Why can’t everyone see the waves?
An endless ebb and flow,
Why do I hide the guilt and shame?
Afraid that others may know.

That is the siren song of Depression
Depression screams, yet others don’t hear the sound,
Each wave is not the same,
Still, it crashes into the ground.

There are so many Depression stories
Hidden, yet begging to be told,
Where people are kept silent by the burden of stigma,
As the pain of Depression grips with its powerful hold.

#amwriting #poetry #thinkingofyou Let your heart be your guide, a poem for @sleepingkoala45 by Tracy Diane Miller

Here is a new poem that I just wrote for @sleepingkoala45 :

#amwriting #poetry #thinkingofyou Let your heart be your guide, a poem for @sleepingkoala by Tracy Diane Miller
Ugly words,
Hurled with the cruelest force,
When bias is the hateful purpose,
And decency becomes its collision course.

How does one escape?
Why can’t others see?
The pain that prejudice causes
The sorrow that comes to be.

I wish that I could mold a society of kindness,
Alas, from the cold and vindictive souls of prejudice,
I can’t hide,
Rather, to cultivate a peaceful spirit
I choose to let my heart be my guide.

I can only choose my own actions,
I choose to see the richness of diverse people instead,
I choose to see the strength of my convictions,
I choose to be me is how I look ahead.

To let my heart be my guide,
Is not to surrender to neither hate nor wrath,
To let my heart be my guide,
For it is I who is the architect of my own path.

#amwriting #poetry #AlwaysKeepFighting Life’s Crossroads, a poem for Donna Crawford by Tracy Diane Miller

Here is a new poem that I just wrote for Donna Crawford. I know that you have been having a difficult time. I hope that my words offer you a little comfort. I’m thinking of you today, Donna Crawford :

#amwriting #poetry #AlwaysKeepFighting Life’s Crossroads, a poem for Donna Crawford by Tracy Diane Miller

Doubt and uncertainty
Pain and sorrow
The tears of today
Will they leave me tomorrow?

For I stand at life’s crossroads
I listen to a heartbeat;
The sound of determination
To rise above defeat.

Yet, I am human
There are tears that leave a message of melancholy
across my face;
I am tired, sometimes weary, in life’s endless race.

I see a world that scares me each day, growing before my eyes
I see the warriors of compassion, strong and ready to fight
And beyond my pain, do you know what else I see?
I see life’s crossroads, clear and within sight.

Fate is mischievous
I know that she won’t speak,
What is my road less traveled?
What will I seek?

Through the years that blind me,
Through the sorrow, so hungry as to eat me alive,
I seek courage: and courage lives inside of me
Helping me to survive.

For every day, I stand at life’s crossroads
I look at the uncertainty, what really lies ahead?
With faith and compassion to serve as my compass,
I must not be afraid.

#HappyBirthdayJoeyAdams #poetry In that delicate balance between laughter and tears, a birthday poem for @RealJoeyAdams by Tracy Diane Miller

#HappyBirthdayJoeyAdams #poetry In that delicate balance between laughter and tears, a birthday poem for @RealJoeyAdams by Tracy Diane Miller
What is life?
It is that delicate balance between laughter and tears,
Between joy and sorrow that leads us through the moments,
From today to tomorrow.

How can we understand that need to laugh, and in that same
moment, we are driven to cry?
Our hearts dazed by the confusion,
That we find ourselves questioning why.

What is life?
It is that delicate balance between laughter and tears
in the soul of a writer,
as he crafts the characters to endear?

His characters emerge in the shadows
Hungry to be heard, even as they patiently wait.
Their voices are never silent,
Their courage is always great.

For these characters, these stories,
That speak to that delicate balance between laughter and tears,
That examine a world made dark by the screams of discontent,
Weary by societal ills, emotions that are spent.

In that delicate balance between laughter and tears,
You, the writer, serves as our guide.
For you are a man strong in his convictions,
Living in a world where compassion sometimes hides.

Is it any wonder that a Muse has much to say?
And that a poet who admires you,
Can find the words to honor you,
On this, your birthday.

@aycox_fans My Review of Misunderstood Meri Jane, Episode 5 with @RealNickiAycox

@aycox_fans My Review of Misunderstood Meri Jane, Episode 5 with @RealNickiAycox
Misunderstood Meri Jane with Nicki Aycox has been an unscripted, raw, compassionate and informative look at the benefits of medicinal marijuana in managing the paralyzing effects of high functioning anxiety. Actress and musician Nicki Aycox has fully honored the covenant that she made with listeners from the outset of this podcast series by not only drawing upon her personal experiences and research but also by examining this topic in an uncensored and honest way. Aycox reminds listeners that the onerous is on all of us to remain informed and to broach any arguments on this issue from a position of compassion.

Episode 5 begins with Aycox expanding on her look at the CB 1 receptor (discussed in Episode 4) as she notes, “which is a receptor that is found in the human brain that binds itself to the THC compound also known as the cannabinoid that is found in the marijuana plant that is a major cause for the stoned feeling we get when we consume marijuana.” Aycox is candid in admitting that she doesn’t enjoy the side effects associated with feeling stoned as much (although she doesn’t always dislike it); rather, she seeks the relaxed feeling that aids in her high functioning anxiety. Since high functioning anxiety is exhausting (due to the tendency to overanalyze and thoughts becoming heightened) so clearly, a relaxed state is advantageous.

What I find to be an asset to this podcast series is that Aycox carefully lays the framework for why medicinal marijuana is beneficial in managing high functioning anxiety, yet she is always notes that there are factors at play that each individual needs to explore for him or herself. Thus, unlike pharmaceuticals, medicinal marijuana is “non conditional”, that is, you won’t get the same effect every time and in addition, your body doesn’t depend on marijuana to the same extent that it would be on pharmaceuticals (which is why pharmaceuticals cause addiction). Aycox does caution, though, if you’re using marijuana to chase a high, the desire for that high can be addictive. “Checking out on life” or “escapism” have inherent dangers.

Along those lines, Aycox carefully draws distinctions between the recreational use of marijuana for the sole purpose of getting high versus the medicinal use of marijuana to combat high functioning anxiety. Still, compassion is underlying Aycox’s arguments in that she comes from a place of advocacy not judgment.

Misunderstood Meri Jane, Episode 5, effectively builds upon the themes of the earlier episodes. Well done, Nicki Aycox!

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https://lifeisawalkingshadow.wordpress.com/2017/02/05/aycox_fans-my-review-of-misunderstood-meri-jane-episode-4-with-realnickiaycox/

https://lifeisawalkingshadow.wordpress.com/2017/01/29/aycox_fans-my-review-of-misunderstood-meri-jane-episode-3-with-realnickiaycox-by-tracy-diane-miller/

https://lifeisawalkingshadow.wordpress.com/2016/12/28/realnickiaycox-aycox_fans-my-podcast-review-misunderstood-mary-jane-with-nicki-aycox-chapter-2/

https://lifeisawalkingshadow.wordpress.com/2016/12/28/realnickiaycox-aycox_fans-my-podcast-review-misunderstood-mary-jane-with-nicki-aycox-prelude-chapter-1/

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