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SEVERE DEPRESSION IS A LIVING TOMB AN ALL ENCOMPASSING DARK WOMB A PLACE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH HANGING ON ONLY BY A BREATH
EMOTIONALLY HANDCUFFED TO SADNESS GRIEF AND SORROW LIVE AT THIS ADDRESS STRESS TURNED INWARD IS DEPRESSION THE PAIN OF LIFE CONSTANTLY ON RERUN
FEELING OPPRESSED BY PEOPLE AND CIRCUMSTANCE TOTALLY ALONE AND LEFT WITHOUT CHANCE SPIRALING DEEPER INTO THE DARK ABYSS AS LOVED ONES TURN THEIR BACK AND DISMISS
GRASPING THE BRANCHES OF HOPE ON THE WAY DOWN PRAYING THAT GOD WILL NOT LET YOU DROWN YOU BECOME SO UNCOMFORTABLY NUMB HAVING NO CHOICE BUT TO SUCCUMB
SUDDENLY A HAND REACHES OUT TO GRASP YOURS AND PULLS YOU UP FROM THE DARK CORRIDORS WHEN IT SEEMED LIKE DEATH WAS IMMINENT MY RESCUE WAS TRULY HEAVEN SENT
JESUS TOOK HOLD OF MY HAND AND PULLED ME UP FROM THE QUICKSAND THE SON OF MAN HIMSELF RESCUED ME HE LOVED ME TOO MUCH TO LEAVE ME BE
COPYRIGHT 2011 DEBBY HARRIS
I ASKED GOD... HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE THE NATURE OF YOUR WILL? HE ANSWERED...
LIFE IS LIKE A RECIPE IT'S A LITTLE SHAKING... A WHOLE LOT OF BAKING IN THE HEAT OF YOUR TRIALS... SOMETIMES PEOPLE NEED TO STEW FOR AWHILE TO GET THE FAVORED OUTCOME
IF YOU DON'T TASTE THE SOUR... YOU WOULDN'T APPRECIATE THE SWEET I SEASON EACH OF MY CHILDREN DIFFERENTLY... ACCORDING TO THEIR OWN WILLS SOME ARE WEAK AND NEED TO STEEP... WHILE OTHERS REQUIRE LESS TIME TO PERCOLATE
I BALANCE OUT THE SEASONINGS... TO BRING OUT THE FLAVOR OF EACH HEART SOME WOULD PREFER TO STAY BLAND... I SIMPLY BRING OUT THE SALT OF THE EARTH IN THEM WITHOUT MY EXPERTISE CULINARY TALENTS... THEIR UNIQUE FLAVORS WOULD STAY HIDDEN
COME HUNGRY AND THIRST NO MORE... FOR I WILL PROVIDE EXACTLY WHAT YOU NEED IT MAY NOT ALWAYS BE WHAT YOU WANT... BUT I ASSURE YOU IT'S WHAT BEST FOR YOU LET ME SEASON YOUR HEARTS... SO YOU CAN BE THE BEST YOU CAN BE
LEAVE YOUR BURDENS AND YOUR BROKEN HEARTS AT THE DOOR; AND ENTER GOD'S DINER WHERE EVERYTHING IS TAILORED FOR EACH INDIVIDUAL.
COPYRIGHT 2011 DEBBY HARRIS
NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY... NO MATTER HOW MANY TEARS I CRY... I CANNOT CHANGE MY REALITY
DEEPER THAN THE HOLE WITH YOUR CREMAINS... IS THE HOLE IN MY HEART THAT REMAINS... I CANNOT CLOSE THE GAPING WOUND
I'VE PRAYED HUNDREDS OF PRAYERS... TO WAKE UP FROM THESE NIGHTMARES... I CANNOT BRING YOU BACK MY SON
YOUR VOICE STILL ECHOES IN MY EARS... YOUR PICTURES STILL BRING ME TO TEARS... I CANNOT STOP MISSING YOU
WHY DIDN'T GOD TAKE ME INSTEAD... 29 YEARS OLD IS TOO YOUNG TO BE DEAD... I CANNOT CHANGE PLACES WITH YOU
THE ICY WINDS OF SORROW... WILL BLOW AGAIN TOMORROW... I CANNOT CHANGE MY REALITY
COPYRIGHT 2011 DEBBY HARRIS
*WRITTEN FOR MY SON MICHAEL WHO DIED IN 2009.
Tags: GRIEF POETRY
VACATION AT YELLOWSTONE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yc_KQ8C4id4&feature=player_embedded[BR...YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK WAS SIGNED INTO EXISTENCE MARCH 1,1872 BY ULYSSES S. GRANT UNDER AN "ACT OF DEDICATION" LAW
THIS BEAUTIFUL PARK LIES IN 3 STATES 96% OF THE LAND IS IN WYOMING WITH 3% IN MONTANA AND 1% IS IN IDAHO
MY FAMILY AND I WENT THERE IN 1971 WE CAMPED AT THE "FISHING BRIDGE" SITE IN A POP-UP CAMPER OF HALF CANVAS AND HALF METAL, ALL 6 OF US RESIDED
I REMEMBER BEING SCARED HALF TO DEATH BECAUSE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FAR TOO EASY FOR A GRIZZLY BEAR TO GET IN AND HAVE A MIDNIGHT SNACK OF PEOPLE
FOR 8 NIGHTS I HARDLY SLEPT AT ALL LISTENING INTENTLY TO EVERY SOUND DURING THE DAY WE WENT SIGHTSEEING AND OH..WHAT GLORIOUS SIGHTS I SEEN
WE WENT TO SEE "OLD FAITHFUL" AND WALKED AROUND THE BOARDWALK TO SEE ALL THE DIFFERENT MUD POTS AND SMALL THERMAL GEYSERS
THE GEYSERS WERE ALL NAMED AND HAD THE DEPTH AND TEMPS OF EACH SMALL, BUBBLING HOT POOL SPECTACULAR, YET NAUSEATING
IT SMELLED LIKE ROTTEN EGG FARTS AND I WAS CONSTANTLY GAGGING AND SO WERE A FEW OTHERS AS IT WAS VERY OVERPOWERING
WE WENT TO LOWER YELLOWSTONE FALLS THE WATER DROPS 308 FEET IN AN AMAZING LOUD ROAR COMPLETE WITH RAINBOWS
MY DAD WENT FISHING AT YELLOWSTONE LAKE WHERE THE WATER IS 400 FEET DEEP AND HAS 110 MILES OF SHORELINE SUCH SPLENDOR SURROUNDED BY MOUNTAINS
ONE DAY WE WENT TO MAMMOTH HOT SPRINGS OH GOSH, ROTTEN EGG FARTS AGAIN IT WAS SURROUNDED BY DEAD TREES DUE TO THE SULPHURIC AIR
I WAS OUTSIDE THE CAMPER ONE HOT DAY WHEN I GOT SUCH A SURPRISE WHEN A MAMA MOOSE AND BABY CAME STROLLING THROUGH THE CAMP
I STOOD SO STILL AS I OBSERVED THEM WHEN THE BABY CAME RIGHT UP TO ME AND STARTED SNIFFING MY SHIRT IT STILL SMELLED LIKE GRILLED HOTDOGS
MY MOM CAME OUT OF THE TENT AND STARTED TO SCREAM SO LOUD WHEN THE RANGER DROVE UP AND TOLD HER SHE WAS GOING TO SPOOK THE MOOSE
I WAS TOO MESMERIZED TO FEEL ANY FEAR THE MAMA MOOSE HAD WANDERED A FEW FEET AWAY SO I REACHED OUT TO TOUCH THE BABY MOOSE ON IT'S ADORABLE LITTLE FACE
I FELT SAD AS IT WALKED AWAY YET, IT WAS SUCH A RUSH TO TOUCH A WILD ANIMAL IN IT'S OWN BACKYARD
THERE WERE BISON AND BEARS AND ELK AND COYOTES AND FOXES TOO BUT THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY VACATION WAS MY MOMENT WITH THE BABY MOOSE
COPYRIGHT 2011 DEBBY HARRIS * THE VIDEO IS NOT OF MY VACATION. HOWEVER, THE PERSON WHO MADE THIS, GIVES SUCH A WONDERFUL DISPLAY OF YELLOWSTONE.*
Tags: BYWAYS WITH BARBARA K (PART 2)
UNDER A WISTERIA MOON 
UNDER A WISTERIA MOON ADRIFT IN THEIR LEAF BOAT THE NIGHTBIRDS CROON AS NEWLYWEDS KISS
THE HEAVENLY SCENT PERMEATES THE NIGHT AIR DURING THIS BLESSED EVENT WHEN TWO BECOME ONE
HERE IN THIS FAIRY VILLAGE THEY'LL RESIDE TOGETHER UNTIL OLD AGE CLAIMS THEM BOTH
COPYRIGHT 2011 DEBBY HARRIS
Tags: SONNETS SOUND PART TWO

HI GOD...IT'S ME... DEBBY I'VE BEEN WANTING TO TALK TO YOU FOR QUITE SOME TIME
I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS THAT IT'S HARD TO KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME
I'M SORRY I'VE WASTED TIME NOT GETTING TO KNOW YOU BETTER PAPA GOD I'VE BEEN AFRAID OF YOU
I KEPT WAITING UNTIL I THOUGHT I WAS GOOD ENOUGH IN YOUR EYES TO APPROACH YOU
I'LL NEVER BE PERFECT THO' I TRY SO HARD NOT TO MESS UP I FAIL MISERABLY SOMETIMES
EVEN WITH THE BEST INTENTIONS I END UP SCREWING SOMETHING UP IT SEEMS BUT I KEEP TRYING ANYWAY
I WON'T LIE TO YOU FOR YOU KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME I WON'T TRY TO SEASON MY WRETCHEDNESS
THERE'S NOTHING I CAN SAY TO YOU THAT YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW ABOUT ME STILL, I CONFESS
WHY DO WE FEEL WE CAN'T APPROACH YOU UNTIL WE'RE A SAINT BECAUSE THAT I'LL NEVER BE
I WAS TOLD ONCE YOU HAVE TO BE HOLY TO SPEAK TO GOD ONLY MY SOCKS ARE HOLY
WHY DO SOME OF YOUR PEOPLE TRY TO SCARE US AWAY FROM YOU WE NEED YOU TOO
WE BENEFIT SO MUCH MORE BY KNOWING YOU INTIMATELY PAPA YOU ENRICH OUR LIVES
I STAND BEFORE YOU WITH MY MISTAKES AN OPEN BOOK FOR ONLY YOU TO JUDGE ME
I WISH I WOULD HAVE KNOWN I COULD COME TO YOU JUST AS I AM SOONER I WISH THE WORLD COULD KNOW... HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOUR CHILDREN
COPYRIGHT 2011 DEBBY HARRIS

HER LIFE WAS FILLED WITH UNHAPPINESS FAILED MARRIAGES AND ABUSE SHE THOUGHT HERSELF A FAILURE KEPT HER EYES CAST DOWN IN SHAME
THE LIFE SHE WAS BORN INTO WAS CHAOTIC AND VIOLENT CHILDREN WERE USED AND ABUSED TAUGHT TO BE COMPLIANT
HER FATHER WAS A WOMANIZER WHO BEAT HIS WIFE OFTEN SHE SEEN MANY HORRORS IN HER YOUNG LIFE
SO SHE MARRIED MEN LIKE HER DAD ABUSIVE AND DISRESPECTFUL MEN THEY WERE ALSO WOMANIZERS WHO BEAT HER QUITE OFTEN
SHE WANTED TO BE LOVED SO BADLY AND THOUGHT ALL MEN WERE LIKE HER DAD HER ROLE MODEL HAD LEFT HER FEELING WOMEN HAD ABSOLUTELY NO WORTH
WHY DOES LOVE HURT SO BAD WHY DOES IT LEAVE BRUISES AND SCARS WHY AM I SO UNLOVABLE WHY IS LIFE SO VERY HARD
ONE DAY WHILE AT THE WELL A STRANGER CAME NEAR SHE OFFERED HIM A DRINK OF WATER TO COOL HIS PARCHED THROAT
THEY SAT AND TALKED QUITE AWHILE HE TALKED ABOUT HER LIFE AS IF HE KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT HER HE KNEW HER TEARS AND HER FEARS
WITH LOVE AND PATIENCE HE TAUGHT HER TO FREE HERSELF FROM HER SELF IMPOSED PRISON THE CAPTIVE WAS SET FREE
SHE HAD SUCH A HUNGRY HEART TO HEAR ALL THAT JESUS SAID TO HER SHE OFFERED HIM A COOL DRINK OF WATER HE GAVE HER A NEW LIFE
COPYRIGHT 2011 DEBBY HARRIS
Tags: JESUS POETRY
GRANDMA'S OLD JEWELRY 
WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL I LOVED TO PLAY DRESS UP MY GRANDMA LET ME BORROW SOME OF HER COLORFUL NECKLACES SHE HAD A SPECIAL JEWELRY BOX JUST FOR ME ALONE
I LOVED TO LOOK AT THEM AND MATCH THEM WITH MY OUTFIT FOR THE DAY IT TOOK AWHILE TO DECIDE UPON WHICH COLOR I WOULD WEAR I LOVED THEM ALL
SOMETIMES I WOULD WEAR MORE THAN ONE COLOR AND MATCH THEM WITH CLIP ON EARRINGS THAT MATCHED OH HOW THOSE THINGS PINCHED THEY LASTED MAYBE 10 MINUTES
I'D SIT IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR AND CHOOSE A SHADE OF LIPSTICK THEN I'D SMEAR IT ON MY LIPS WITH LITTLE CLUMSY HANDS I'D PRESS MY LIPS ON KLEENEX JUST LIKE MY GRANDMA DID
THEN I'D USE HER OLD COMPACT AND PLASTER POWDER ON MY FACE I ENDED UP LOOKING LIKE A GEISHA BEFORE I WAS DONE GRANDPA SAID I LOOKED LIKE A SILLY CIRCUS CLOWN
THEN I'D PUT ON HER OLD HIGH HEELS AND WALK ACROSS THE LINOLEUM I LOVED THE WAY THEY SOUNDED AS I WALKED ACROSS THE FLOOR MY TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE I WAS NOW A MOVIE STAR
I LOVED THOSE OLD NECKLACES SO COLORFUL AND SHINY I'D PICK THEM UP AND LOOK AT THEM LIKE THEY WERE SPARKLING DIAMONDS I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE WONDERMENT OF GRANDMA'S COLORFUL NECKLACES
COPYRIGHT 2011 DEBBY HARRIS
Tags: BYWAYS WITH BARBARA K (PART 2)
MAKING PEACE WITH MYSELF  WHEN YOU'VE SPENT A LIFETIME HEARING WHAT A FAILURE YOU ARE... YOU SEE YOURSELF AS SUCH
WHEN NARROW MINDED PEOPLE FOCUS THEIR TELESCOPE ON YOU... YOU SEE YOURSELF AS LIMITED
WHEN YOU'RE CONSTANTLY JUDGED SO HARSHLY AND UNFAIR... YOU PASS JUDGMENT ON YOURSELF
WHEN YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN A SCAPEGOAT BLAMED FOR WHAT OTHER'S DID... YOU AUTOMATICALLY ACCEPT THE BLAME
WHEN YOU'RE CONSTANTLY CONDEMNED FOR THINGS YOU DIDN'T DO... YOU CONDEMN YOURSELF TO HELL
WHEN YOU'VE BEEN CONDITIONED TO BE AFRAID OF SUCCESS... YOU DON'T CHASE YOUR DREAMS
THEN...
ONE DAY YOU REALIZE YOU'RE NOT A FAILURE AFTER ALL... YOU'RE A SURVIVOR
AND YOU'RE ONLY AS LIMITED AS YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE... SO YOU KNOCK DOWN THOSE WALLS
AND YOU STOP JUDGING YOURSELF AND LEARN TO BE GENTLER... YOU CUT YOURSELF SOME SLACK
AND YOU STOP DEBATING YOUR TRUTH WITH PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO HEAR... YOU TAKE YOURSELF OFF THE WITNESS STAND
AND YOU REFUSE TO LISTEN TO THEIR LIES AND INSULTS ANYMORE... YOU HANG UP OR WALK AWAY
AND YOU KEEP DOING WHAT YOU LOVE AND HOPE TO BE SUCCESSFUL... YOU BEGIN TO BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
AND YOU MAKE PEACE WITH YOURSELF EMBRACING YOUR TRIUMPHS AND TRAGEDIES... ACCEPTING YOURSELF JUST AS YOU ARE
COPYRIGHT 2011 DEBBY HARRIS
Tags: SONNETS SOUND PART TWO
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