Another original poem

There are days when you are lonely. There are days when you are strong.
There are days when you are sad, and days when you were wrong.
The strong days you feel empowered, like nothing stands in your way.
The days that you feel weak, they send you hiding far away.
Don’t hide from your feelings, for these are really true,
Embrace that power even empty, it’s something you should do.
Keep fighting to exist, for your soul was meant to be.
And when you take control, you will finally feel free.

Shannon Lynn Barker Anderson

March 17 2022

ADHD And Procrastination

It is what it is. I have been so worried about proper grammar, punctuation, transition, words, etc. That it has sucked the fun right out of writing for me.

So, I decided no more. There are so many times when I just want to talk, to say how I’m feeling, be my goofy self or complain a little bit about something. But then to turn around and have to spend hours making sure everything’s so proper, it’s draining and it’s just not who I am. Lol

It really does take the fun out of it for me. And this was supposed to be a place where I could just express myself any which way I want. If I don’t feel like being proper and I just want to be cray cray and off the wall, that’s what I want to do. If I have something serious to talk about and I feel like being grammarly correct etc. Well then that’s what I want to do. And see I don’t even know if grammarly is a word and that’s just me. I really don’t care, because now it’s my word. 🤣

And now my daughter tells me that it’s actually a place that you can check your grammar BAHAHA!

Anyways, I’m really hoping that someone enjoys what I am about to do. This literally is not going to be one place or another, it’s not just going to be for depression, I’m not just going to talk about abuse. I’m literally going to be myself, I’m going to let my ADHD take people where it takes me and if you like the ride come back!

Much ❤️

Shannon

I mean there are times when I’m proper, or if I’m telling a specific story where I want it to be serious. But most of the time I just want to be able to be myself.

Poem #1

Staring at the ceiling holding back my tears,

Tired of this pain inside and tired of my fears.

Holding on to something empty, trying to let go,

Something always pulls me in, but what I do not know.

Inside I feel so weak, yet I know that I am strong,

So when will all these endless thoughts disappear, vaporize and just be gone?

He never gives you more than you can carry, at least that’s what they say,

Can you see my back is broken? I can’t carry anymore, there’s no way.

Goodnight Friends

Random Life Thought

Sometimes you have to know when to let go. When to break free from a situation that has done nothing but hold your spirit down. A situation, that has on many occasions, mentally and physically destroyed you.

Your wings have been removed, you are grounded, but need to fly. You do not attempt to let them grow, you constantly pluck them so you can remain obedient.

As your cage grows larger and the bars stronger you are filled with sadness and loneliness. You will most definitely die wondering what real love, compassion and freedom is.

To have your wings clipped is one thing, but to have them completely removed is another. You lose yourself, you lose who you were born to be.

At first it doesn’t matter, as time goes on and your alone, your eyes open, you realize that you are nothing but a space saver for someone else. You realize that you are a backup for those that disappoint and that do not show up.

As soon as you realize this, your wings begin to grow, you start to flap them, and then you fly. You sore higher than you ever thought you could. And you do it all alone.

You leave without looking back, because after all that’s what they did to you.

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Shannon