My Heros-Warriors Of Recovery-Part 1--Hope & Survivors-Chronic Illness-Mental Illness-Trama-PTSD-Recovery-Addiction

Chronic Illness--Mental Illness--Trama--PTSD--Recovery--Addiction.....

These Warriors Of Recovery--These Battles Fought, Sometimes Won, Sometimes Lost-----

THESE are my Heros.

Why? 

Because they fight Silent Killers. Because these Assassins Of The Soul, lay in silence, waiting for a Moment Of Weakness. Prey on the Innocent. Disguise themselves as any Normal Moment--& Cleverly insinuate their way into those Warriors lives....And the most crule of all--They are Masters Of Manipulation--Convincing the People around these Warriors, that they are nothing more than a Passing Traveler--A Passing Phase.

Those People Who Should Go To Battle for these Warriors, are instead led to dismiss what they see. To ignore the Signs. Create False Perceptions of Those Who Are Slowly Losing The Battle.....

Empty Space--Black Series

The Moon 

Is my Sky.

For in it

Lies your Path.

The Traces 

Of you

Streaked across

A Sunless 

Crimson Sky.

The Stars 

Are your 

Eyes

Pierced 

Against 

My

Sight.

The Comets

Your Ego

Fleeting

In it's Path 

To me.

For 

Your Will

Is Ever Mine

A Sea

Of Destiny.

The Seemingly 

Empty Space

Dark 

Matter

They say.

Oh

But 

We both Know

Is always Filled

With You.

The Voices In My Head--Poets--Writters--Musicians--Warriors--Recovery--Hope & Survivors--And Sometimes Dragons Too

These voices in my head

Are silent once more

But should they

Must they 

Be.

Because 

It's not normal

They say

Because one of you

Should only 

Take resistance

There.

Oh

But they don't know

Do they

That we already 

Live here

Always grew here

Side by side

Watched each other

Grow.

This place

Between 

My ears

Only inside

My Minds 

Eye.

That I've grown too used to you

Now

That without you

It feel strange

To be 

So 

Alone.

So

Here we go

On another journey

You & I

A place we've never been

For reasons

We both know

Always the same

You & me

The voices in my head.

That Final Battle--Thomas Murphy(You Know Why)Phoenix AZ--Warriors--Hope & Survivors--Mental Illness Aweness Month

I wrote this several days before the news, that Another Old Vet Lost His Life, in his Battle With PTSD/Depression/Mental Health Neglect--Right here at the VA in our Home of Phoenix Arizona, USA---I Post it here tonight for you......

Coming Home

22...In his Dreams, This has become a Vision that visits him too often. This Symble Of Death.

Oh, In his clearer Mind, He can still recall a time, When this repeating number, used to be a simple reminder of Home. A place on the clock, In his Buddies Minds, Placed on a calender in their Minds Eye, That still counted down their days until they knew they would make it Back Home.

But these numbers, now, He's come to see them as a Promise, As a Curse. A Weapon somehow turned against them. Taking that once innocent simplicity, & twisting it. Until they can only remind him of his Dread...Of another Call...Of another Visit...Another Letter...Saying another of his Brothers & Sisters, Won't be Coming Home.

So, He Waits. And, He Wakes some nights, & he finally sees a Vision that will slowly change his Dreams, Into Hope.  

That everyday...22 more of his Friends, Will finally Make It Home. 

DEDICATED TO ALL WHO LOSE THAT FINAL BATTLE

MAY THEY KNOW THEY WERE LOVED.
22(U.S. Veteran Suicides A Day)IsTooMany 

Reflect--Black Series

A Rose 

You leave 

Only for me.

A petal

Across my doorstep.

These are pieces of you.

This Light 

They see you in.

A false shadow

That lays on my skin.

These are reminders of you.

This Darkness 

I see myself in.

A negative

With a distant
Ever present
Flash in my mind.

These are records of you.

A Sunbeam

I refuse to let in.

A remedy 

I soon reflect.

The only antidote, you.

Home--Black Series

Before the sun rises

A moment appears.

The moon fades from the sky

And peace comes near.

You say this is normal.

That to live in darkness

Must surely be to live 

In fear.

No I say.

That to see in the dark

Is not a curse.

But a gift I crave.

For this gift I hold dear

Is one I once feared.

No longer is your face

One obscured by shadows.

I see you clearly now.

This picture of you.

Your face perfect in my sight.

Your scent guides me here.

For those of us who accept this nature
 Live apart you see.

This shadow place that most others fear.

Darkness holds no mystery for me.

It's the light.

That glaring strobe above 

I realized I never understood.

That which always confused me.

But now

With you here each night as I arrive

I see your face 

Feel your gentle grace.

And I know I am home.

Lost--Black Series

There

In the deep pale moonlight

I see your face

Reflected in the Shadows

Of this place deeper still.

Your Charm

Your beauty

Caresses my skin

With constant poise

Traction against my Heart.

My Mind 

A different Place

For when you figure this out

Surely you will know me

See my indecision.

Those Moments 

When I hear you call

But wait here still

As I find what I know

To be Truth.

That You're Grace

Haunts me still

Like a signal 

In the Dark

A touch in my Mind.

You Bring Me In

A ship

Lost in this Desert Sea

Safe harbor 

In your arms

Comfort 

In your Soul.