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  • KitWriter shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 1 month, 1 week ago

    Oh God, Please Carry Me

    Oh God, Please Carry Me!

    Carry me; for I can no longer bear this weight alone,
    it presses down upon my shoulders like a massive stone.
    Carved from Carrara marble in bas relief; it has grown

    into a Colossus that threatens my lungs to compress
    until I cannot breathe; my cares cause me so much duress.
    I cannot see which way to turn, please honor my request

    for help, please lift my load of pain; share the burden that bows
    my back and threatens to drive me down; my eyes I close
    because I see the ravens awaiting death, perched in rows.

    Black birds that savor my woes, expecting to celebrate
    my failure to rise, achieve equilibrium; a state
    of balance; a place that base sorrow may not desecrate

    peaceful thoughts that were joy filled, enhancing my daily life.
    I have taken on so much; I now live in constant strife.
    Each day I walk along a whetted edge; a carving knife

    whose menacing blade desires to split my soul in two parts;
    to make my days so unbearable that even my heart’s
    struggle to sail free will not find true North upon the charts

    but wander aimlessly on the salty Sargasso Sea
    where desperation rules with affliction and agony.
    Oh, God of blessed peace, console my heart and carry me!

    © Kit Minden

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    Carry me; for I can no longer bear this weight alone,
    it presses down upon my shoulders like a massive stone.
    Carved from Carrara marble in bas relief; it has grown

    into a Colossus that threatens my lungs to compress
    until I cannot breathe; my cares cause me so much duress.
    I cannot see which way to turn, please honor my request

    for help, please lift my load of pain; share the burden that bows
    my back and threatens to drive me down; my eyes I close
    because I see the ravens awaiting death, perched in rows.

    Black birds that savor my woes, expecting to celebrate
    my failure to rise, achieve equilibrium; a state
    of balance; a place that base sorrow may not desecrate

    peaceful thoughts that were joy filled, enhancing my daily life.
    I have taken on so much; I now live in constant strife.
    Each day I walk along a whetted edge; a carving knife

    whose menacing blade desires to split my soul in two parts;
    to make my days so unbearable that even my heart’s
    struggle to sail free will not find true North upon the charts

    but wander aimlessly on the salty Sargasso Sea
    where desperation rules with affliction and agony.
    Oh, God of blessed peace, console my heart and carry me!

    © Kit Minden

    Oh God, Please Carry Me!

    Carry me; for I can no longer bear this weight alone,
    it presses down upon my shoulders like a massive stone.
    Carved from Carrara marble in bas relief; it has grown

    into a Colossus that threatens my lungs to compress
    until I cannot breathe; my cares cause me so much duress.
    I cannot see which way to turn, please honor my request

    for help, please lift my load of pain; share the burden that bows
    my back and threatens to drive me down; my eyes I close
    because I see the ravens awaiting death, perched in rows.

    Black birds that savor my woes, expecting to celebrate
    my failure to rise, achieve equilibrium; a state
    of balance; a place that base sorrow may not desecrate

    peaceful thoughts that were joy filled, enhancing my daily life.
    I have taken on so much; I now live in constant strife.
    Each day I walk along a whetted edge; a carving knife

    whose menacing blade desires to split my soul in two parts;
    to make my days so unbearable that even my heart’s
    struggle to sail free will not find true North upon the charts

    but wander aimlessly on the salty Sargasso Sea
    where desperation rules with affliction and agony.
    Oh, God of blessed peace, console my heart and carry me!

    © Kit Minden

    Picture by Rustu Bozkus, Pixabay

    Kit Minden
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    • Hello Kit,
      Your poem is very compelling. It sounds like you are in a lot of pain and I am sorry about that. Creating beautiful poetry like you have written can be very cathartic. Keep working toward healing and you will find strength especially in your own words. Always know, we here at The Unsealed are determined to give each other strength.

      All the best,
      Shelley Brill

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      • Thanks Shelley. I do deal with depression but I wrote this for a friend who had miscarried and could not pull herself up from the despair she felt. Another friend online today had fallen into the same pit hence I wanted to post for her. I wanted to acknowledge the true depth she is at, and to not offer platitudes. At the same time, I wanted to offer one path of support. I am not a religious person but I have learned to “give it up to God” when I cannot carry it alone. I think God is not so much a person but the healing, loving energy that comes from all of us.

        Some nurses I knew who held the dying at Hiroshima and in the Caribbean islands both experienced seeing the energy of the person moving up the body until as she or he drew a last breath, it exited through the top of the head and hovered in a small cloud above each person, then dissipated. I think it goes to God, taking each home.

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      • Not sure why there are now 3 copies of the poem above instead of one… how can I mix this? (for some things 60 words is way too big. hard with my MS hands, too.)

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