LadyDen’s Poetry Cafe

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To LadyDen, BeGood, and the other creatively gifted people using their experience to help others.

 

Scar Tissue

 

It's a dreadful thing to suffer a serious injury.

It can upend one's life, and lead to untold misery.

However there's something novel how the body mends.

A biological phenomenon after the healing ends.

 

The wounds are painful, and for a while, we're sore.

But we become more resilient than we were before.

Be it skin, bone, or muscle, whatever was repaired,

It grows back stronger than when the injury first appeared.

 

We call it scar tissue; that's how it's defined.

Our bodies heal tougher than originally designed.

Like skin that grows calloused after repeated use.

The process enables us to withstand future abuse.

 

For injuries of the mind, this can hold true as well.

As we sort truth from reality in our psychic hell.

CNS injuries wreak havoc on our grey matter.

As if our entire nervous system can suddenly shatter.

 

Neurotransmitters thrown into toxic dysregulation.

Subjecting one's mind to endless rumination.

Invisible to the outsider, come these intrusive thoughts.

Seemingly fine on the outside, our inside twisted in knots.

 

How does one climb out of this awful abyss?

The thoughts are irrelevant. Just disregard them and dismiss.

Reframing our attitude takes practice and perseverance.

Long-term recovery requires considerable forbearance.

 

To endure the suffering can bring unique circumspection.

If we can maintain our capacity for thoughtful reflection.

Such is the maelstrom in which you have been immersed.

Grieving from such loss, you grasp victory from its curse.

 

If I had a magic wand, I'd make it all go away.

But then that would wipe out all the wonders at play

No, for some heavenly reason this was all meant to be.

To inspire your creativity, and your poetry.

 

I marvel at all you've done while experiencing this perdition.

Being available to fellow sufferers and anyone who'll listen.

You give so much of yourself and in doing so, offer hope.

Thanks to your efforts, others are learning to cope.

 

They say the Lord works in mysterious ways.

This is one mystery I wish had never come your way.

Nonetheless, you are flourishing. to that I bear witness.

Thriving while still deep in the throes of your illness.

 

Scar tissue, yes that description's quite apt.

Strengthened through your healing you’ve learned to adapt.

To say it's a miracle is not at all out of line.

The Lord will see you through, keep your faith in the Divine!

 

Warm Thoughts,

Blue Lion

 

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To LadyDen, BeGood, and the other creatively gifted people using their experience to help others.

 

Scar Tissue

 

It's a dreadful thing to suffer a serious injury.

It can upend one's life, and lead to untold misery.

However there's something novel how the body mends.

A biological phenomenon after the healing ends.

 

The wounds are painful, and for a while, we're sore.

But we become more resilient than we were before.

Be it skin, bone, or muscle, whatever was repaired,

It grows back stronger than when the injury first appeared.

 

We call it scar tissue; that's how it's defined.

Our bodies heal tougher than originally designed.

Like skin that grows calloused after repeated use.

The process enables us to withstand future abuse.

 

For injuries of the mind, this can hold true as well.

As we sort truth from reality in our psychic hell.

CNS injuries wreak havoc on our grey matter.

As if our entire nervous system can suddenly shatter.

 

Neurotransmitters thrown into toxic dysregulation.

Subjecting one's mind to endless rumination.

Invisible to the outsider, come these intrusive thoughts.

Seemingly fine on the outside, our inside twisted in knots.

 

How does one climb out of this awful abyss?

The thoughts are irrelevant. Just disregard them and dismiss.

Reframing our attitude takes practice and perseverance.

Long-term recovery requires considerable forbearance.

 

To endure the suffering can bring unique circumspection.

If we can maintain our capacity for thoughtful reflection.

Such is the maelstrom in which you have been immersed.

Grieving from such loss, you grasp victory from its curse.

 

If I had a magic wand, I'd make it all go away.

But then that would wipe out all the wonders at play

No, for some heavenly reason this was all meant to be.

To inspire your creativity, and your poetry.

 

I marvel at all you've done while experiencing this perdition.

Being available to fellow sufferers and anyone who'll listen.

You give so much of yourself and in doing so, offer hope.

Thanks to your efforts, others are learning to cope.

 

They say the Lord works in mysterious ways.

This is one mystery I wish had never come your way.

Nonetheless, you are flourishing. to that I bear witness.

Thriving while still deep in the throes of your illness.

 

Scar tissue, yes that description's quite apt.

Strengthened through your healing you’ve learned to adapt.

To say it's a miracle is not at all out of line.

The Lord will see you through, keep your faith in the Divine!

 

Warm Thoughts,

Blue Lion

Thanks Blue, very kind of you to give us a shout out. You are truly gifted, thanks for the poems. I will say that your Friend is so lucky to have you in her life, and have your support.

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To LadyDen, BeGood, and the other creatively gifted people using their experience to help others.

 

Scar Tissue

 

It's a dreadful thing to suffer a serious injury.

It can upend one's life, and lead to untold misery.

However there's something novel how the body mends.

A biological phenomenon after the healing ends.

 

The wounds are painful, and for a while, we're sore.

But we become more resilient than we were before.

Be it skin, bone, or muscle, whatever was repaired,

It grows back stronger than when the injury first appeared.

 

We call it scar tissue; that's how it's defined.

Our bodies heal tougher than originally designed.

Like skin that grows calloused after repeated use.

The process enables us to withstand future abuse.

 

For injuries of the mind, this can hold true as well.

As we sort truth from reality in our psychic hell.

CNS injuries wreak havoc on our grey matter.

As if our entire nervous system can suddenly shatter.

 

Neurotransmitters thrown into toxic dysregulation.

Subjecting one's mind to endless rumination.

Invisible to the outsider, come these intrusive thoughts.

Seemingly fine on the outside, our inside twisted in knots.

 

How does one climb out of this awful abyss?

The thoughts are irrelevant. Just disregard them and dismiss.

Reframing our attitude takes practice and perseverance.

Long-term recovery requires considerable forbearance.

 

To endure the suffering can bring unique circumspection.

If we can maintain our capacity for thoughtful reflection.

Such is the maelstrom in which you have been immersed.

Grieving from such loss, you grasp victory from its curse.

 

If I had a magic wand, I'd make it all go away.

But then that would wipe out all the wonders at play

No, for some heavenly reason this was all meant to be.

To inspire your creativity, and your poetry.

 

I marvel at all you've done while experiencing this perdition.

Being available to fellow sufferers and anyone who'll listen.

You give so much of yourself and in doing so, offer hope.

Thanks to your efforts, others are learning to cope.

 

They say the Lord works in mysterious ways.

This is one mystery I wish had never come your way.

Nonetheless, you are flourishing. to that I bear witness.

Thriving while still deep in the throes of your illness.

 

Scar tissue, yes that description's quite apt.

Strengthened through your healing you’ve learned to adapt.

To say it's a miracle is not at all out of line.

The Lord will see you through, keep your faith in the Divine!

 

Warm Thoughts,

Blue Lion

Very kind of you, Blue. Thank you so much for your appreciation in this poem. You’re a gifted writer yourself. It is said to give people their flowers while they live. So here’s yours 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

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Thank you LadyDen and BeGood. Much appreciated!

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            A Little Peep

 

If you were given a chance to see your future life

Just for a few seconds to behold

Would you be amazed at what you would see

All the goodness you watched unfold

Can you see that this is really you standing there

Happy, healthy, whole and strong

When everyone encouraged you to keep going

Now you’re seeing they were not wrong

I know you’re surprised by who you’re staring at

Yes it really is you standing alright

Looking mighty fine in the comfort of your skin

Shinning like gold in today’s light

How did you get there is your mind’s wonders

All smiling from SO deeply within

Wow you really did an awesome job to endure

This is true you’ll be you again

So when you are at your worst wave remember this

Take calm breaths to get through as you lay on your pillow

This will end, it’s temporary, it will pass

That little peep you saw is you in your permanent window!

 

By Lady Den 🪟 😁

 

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We’ll Be Here

 

As I begin once again to start a new day,

My thoughts and feelings, as always, tend to turn your way.

 

This wave you are surfing seems a bit too much.

Given all you've gone through, damn, enough is enough.

 

Sadly, your injury doesn't care what I say.

Wishes, hopes, and dreams, seem to hold little sway.

 

This demon appears to have a mind of its own.

the trajectory of your recovery, a mystifying unknown.

 

That doesn't mean you are without defenses.

You know the drill; you can't trust your senses.

 

A benzo-addled brain generating intrusive thoughts.

They're irrelevant, no need to be distraught.

 

Remember the acronym and run a good RACE

Realize and Allow then Calmly Embrace.

 

There are many of us loved ones that know you're still there.

Patiently, we support you, with our compassion and prayer.

 

Eventually, there will come a day when you'll come out to play.

And we'll all be waiting for you to celebrate that day!

 

Be it a picnic, a pool party, a concert, or a ball game,

Your arrival and presence will be so welcome just the same.

 

There's will always be a ticket, a seat, or a place at the table.

And it has your name on it for whenever you're able.

 

Life's just more grand when we share it with our friends.

And we have much to share before this journey ends!

 

by Blue Lion

 

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Blue, the rhythm in your poetry is very nice.

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Eventually there will come a day when you come out to play

And we’ll be all waiting for you to celebrate that day

 

Blue, I can’t wait for this day! And even if I don’t have nobody to celebrate with me, I’m celebrating it anyway after all I’ve been through.

Thanks for the poem. It’s very lovely.

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Thank you Becks and LadyDen for your kind comments.

 

Warmest regards,

Blue Lion

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A Lousy Limerick

 

I have a good friend named Carolyn.

She's been sidelined, much to her chagrin.

Because of an errant prescription,

She's suffered a horrific affliction.

Now she wants to crawl out of her skin!

 

She feels like she is constantly afire.

As if strapped atop a blazing hot pyre.

A benzo-addled brain

Is the source of her pain

Her nervous system is completely haywire.

 

She lives with a darkness each day.

With little relief, much to her dismay.

Her senses all out of whack.

She endures the daily attack.

As she tries to hold the crazy thoughts at bay.

 

To others, her injury goes unseen.

As it plays out all behind the scenes.

Synapses misfire in her mind.

A nervous system so maligned.

Nothing about her day is routine.

 

Her ravaged existence seems so surreal

Determined, she knows she'll eventually heal.

With Jesus at her side.

She knows she will abide.

Forged by faith, she has the resilience of steel.

 

She educates others with this condition.

Helping them understand, she sees as her mission.

She provides them with hope,

As she helps them to cope.

While still mired in her own perdition.

 

This burden has come with great cost.

She grieves for all that she’s lost.

But each day she gets stronger.

If she can hold on a bit longer.

Her future brighter for having born this cross.

 

I have a good friend named Carolyn.

She's taken a punch square on the chin.

But she will never go down.

For her toughness is renown.

Each day she finds the strength within!

 

By Blue Lion

 

[[Be...]]

Blue Lion, that's a good poem and it has good rhythm too.

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Blue Lion ... "A Lousy Limerick" ...

 

Thank you ...

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Becks and Nova Scotia...Sincerest thanks!

 

Blue Lion

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Blue I really liked that poem…

 

“ this burden has come with great cost

She grieves for all she’s lost

But each day she gets stronger

If she can hold on a bit longer

Her future brighter for having born this cross.”

 

This reminds me that when we endure there’s a reward in the end. We do come out brighter and stronger. Those rewards are our new tools we are armed with to endure what’s coming ahead.

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Thank you, LadyDen!

 

Regards,

Blue Lion

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      TODAY

 

If I live my day each day as if it’s my only today

I realize that nothing good or bad can crowd my way

If I live my day each day as if it’s my only today

No one can bring me misery with the words they say

If I live my day each day as if it’s my only today

I will find much of that time to be thankful as I pray

If I live my day each day as if it’s my only today

All pasts hurts doesn’t mean much so down they will lay

 

At the end of today nothing is as serious as it seems

For today is the day to fulfill my heart’s dream

Will I spend it wallowing in life’s tedious trials

Or will I enjoy every minute dressed in a smile

I can easily relax in all it brings to my door

And no need for tears of distress anymore

The uncomfortables no longer matter

That tossed me about beaten and battered

For today is my day to embrace all the good

To bask in love, joy and all the little things I should

 

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I really enjoyed todays verse, LadyDen. 

 

So much is beyond one's control when they're going through Benzo WD.  The one thing that isn't is one's attitude.  A positive attitude breeds perseverance and perseverance gets you to the other side in recovery.  Have a great day!

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      TODAY

 

If I live my day each day as if it’s my only today

I realize that nothing good or bad can crowd my way

If I live my day each day as if it’s my only today

No one can bring me misery with the words they say

If I live my day each day as if it’s my only today

I will find much of that time to be thankful as I pray

If I live my day each day as if it’s my only today

All pasts hurts doesn’t mean much so down they will lay

 

At the end of today nothing is as serious as it seems

For today is the day to fulfill my heart’s dream

Will I spend it wallowing in life’s tedious trials

Or will I enjoy every minute dressed in a smile

I can easily relax in all it brings to my door

And no need for tears of distress anymore

The uncomfortables no longer matter

That tossed me about beaten and battered

For today is my day to embrace all the good

To bask in love, joy and all the little things I should

Perfect, thank you, it is so true.      

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        I SEE YOU - a poem to self

 

Wow! Look at you! Look at your grace!

How you handled the thing that slapped your face!

Look at you how your still standing tall!

The way you braced yourself for the fall!

I’m marveling at your brave heart!

How you’re not letting this make you fall apart!

Look at yourself! Please take a deep look!

Doesn’t look too bad but just a slight shook!

You steadied the hit and stood your ground!

Must be some healing going around!

Look at you! You see that proud smile!

You deserve it to hang here for awhile!

Look at you! Yes, I do see you!

Don’t let go of this moment because you’ll make it through!

I see you! Well done! I see you shine!

Now you know that you will be fine!

 

By LadyDen ~ to all of us struggling on our recovery road. Take a minute to see yourself. ❤️

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A Tale of Woe

 

I reckon all my troubles started about three years back.

I was stressed out at work and had me a panic attack.

Feeling overwhelmed the attacks just wouldn't go away.

They started getting worse. Hell, I even fainted one day.

 

I went to see the doctor, he said, "Here's what we're gonna' do.

Take a Xanax each morning and you'll feel as good as new."

Well that seemed to work just fine, for a few weeks, I guess.

But then the attacks returned, and I was in acute distress!

 

The doc said, "No problem son, take a second pill each night."

I felt a little unsure but hell, the doctor's always right, right?

Wrong! Now my world's gone to shit. Each day's a frikken nightmare!

My skin's on fire, my ears keep ringing, oh Lord, the despair.

 

What the hell is wrong with me? The doctors aren't really sure.

They seem to be quite baffled and are clueless about a cure.

Agitation, irritation, crazy thoughts beyond belief.

Blurry vision, constant pacing; “Please God, give me some relief.”

 

I think I'm going crazy. Horrific thoughts filled with dread.

I swear some days there’s fireworks going off in my head!

The docs say, "See a shrink.” As if my symptoms are all mental.

When I ask about the Xanax, they say it's "just coincidental."

 

Well I wasn’t buying it; I started researching online.

Come to find out, I'm not alone. There's this thing that they call BIND!

Benzodiazepine Induced Neurological Dysfunction.

Something about GABA receptors and neurotransmitter disruption.

 

A neurochemical shitstorm wreaking havoc in my brain.

All the bedlam benzos cause, hell I’d need a Ph.D. to explain!

It’s fright or flight 24-7; my nerves are all ablaze.

The past three years I’ve lived my life in a constant state of haze.

 

The internet's full of sites that offer me some hope.

Sites like BenzoBuddies.org, teach me how to cope.

It’s full of helpful tips from others going through BIND.

Explanations that help describe what's happening in my mind.

 

I gain insight and understanding, it’s like being thrown a lifeline.

Eventually I know I’ll get better, it’s just gonna’ take some time.

I’m certain I will make it; I have the three Fs to see me through.

With my Family, Friends, and Faith, there is nothing I cannot do!

 

I've learned some hard lessons over the last couple of years.

Blind faith in medicine is not as safe as it appears.

Take nothing for granted and be aware of the risks you take.

Always ask questions and get a second opinion for goodness’ sake

 

My world has changed forever, and I grieve for all I’ve lost.

Yet I know I’ll come back stronger despite the tragic cost.

I’ve lost my job, my girlfriend’s gone, thank heavens for my dog.

He and I face each damn day, and it’s onward through the fog.

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By Blue Lion

[[Be...]]

Very nice, Blue Lion.

[[La...]]

Blue Lion,

 

“ I’m certain I will make it through….”

 

That is a most treasured positive belief that is so important in this recovery. Thanks for the poem.

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Blue Lion,

 

“ I’m certain I will make it through….”

 

That is a most treasured positive belief that is so important in this recovery. Thanks for the poem.

I second what Lady posted Blue Lion.

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Lady you have been grace during so much going on in your life and you are hanging in there...regardless and in spite of everything.

Wow! Look at you! Look at your grace!

How you handled the thing that slapped your face!

Look at you how your still standing tall!

The way you braced yourself for the fall!

I’m marveling at your brave heart!

How you’re not letting this make you fall apart!

[[La...]]

        A Butterfly’s Prayer 🦋

 

I am a caterpillar who has been struggling on the ground

Barely able to press forward as my way of getting around

Some days down here it just doesn’t go so well

I take a needed break and just stay there for a spell

But I make sure I don’t stay there far too long

For you see, I’m on my way to make a cocoon my home

It will be the hardest thing that I’ve endured yet

I must face it without fear, worry or much fret

There’s no need to fight it because it is a must

It’s part of the process and in it I must trust

When it’s all over, I won’t have to do it ever again

I’ll have beautiful wings to proudly display as my new friend

I will be a butterfly for the ground will be my past

The sky will be my limit long awaited at last

I pray that when I take flight that I will make God proud

Stopping to admire his lovely flowers proclaiming him aloud

I ask for his will to guide me with my heart full of his joy

For he brought me through a mighty trial for this new life to enjoy

Although it is the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to endure

It really is the only way for me to appreciate the reward for sure!

 

By LadyDen

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