Can I Feel Loved?

Day 3 on the Help Fight Depression campaign.

Our very first piece from a Brave Anonymous speaking from the third side of the coin.

Can I Feel Loved?

I have a question to ask 

A burden that has weighed me down 

To the point I'm beginning to drown 

What is this question you say

Well, it is relevant to us in most ways

We often tell young people 

Do not commit suicide

Try and feel the love inside 

But how can they feel loved

When it is not shown

They wake up to the sounds 

of their mums, shouting ' I'm sorry, I'm sorry not your fists again' 

The regular phrase 'beat me if you can I'd like to see you try'

How can you blame them 

When their parents act like they hate them

They transfer agressions

And in the process hurt their emotions 

How can a father say to his child

'You bastard leave my house'

And yet we blame our teenagers 

Not knowing we are the murderers 

We push them to their doom 

And feel regret afterwards 

But the deed has been done 

The lives have been lost 

Now, the least we can do is 

Save the ones we've got.

- Brave Anonymous1

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WHAT IS LOVE?

Love In itself, truly has not one definition.

It is felt differently, so I do not count your perceived definition as wrong, only yours.

Perhaps it is true, so long it makes you feel emotions for real, good feelings, bad feelings, scary feelings. Love has it all.

Love can be restricting too, don't be kept in a space of white light of thoughts of forever happiness and boundless times together and flowers and copy cloths and sapphire touch moments. The very thing you love, will make you feel happy, sad, numb, brainfreeze, high, unprepared, inadequate, optimistic, crazy, euphoric, even stranger like.

The more you love, the more it hurts when you feel sad or betrayed or just left out by the entity you place your self and your trust in. 

In love you feel it all, for or because of the identity you try to give your love. You feel it all, the good, the bad, the indifferent.

In all, love is what makes you happy and creates room for those you love to feel their own happiness, how ever the form their love takes.

Remember that what feels good by your perceived universal belief can just be a common sense belief, only known and accepted by a coverted handful.

You would love to feel good by your standard, at your own pace, permitting what your person permits. In that space, remember everyone has a standard and would love to feel good by it too.

Love allows you to permit a lot of things, it does not take away your will to be.

So when asked what love is, let your mind paint a picture your heart sees , because love In itself, truly has not one definition.

The Innocence Of Motherhood

The innocence of motherhood...
On the face of a newborn
Lies an eternity of peace
An abyss of love
A flatline of hope
No one can describe it in words
Or express it in the cheeriest of songs
But the innocence of motherhood
Is on the face of her newborn.

Yours truly MerciRick

Write for love

You are my poison
But strangely my antidote
The one that makes me mad
But strangely keeps me calm
I tell me to stay away
But then I walk away to find another way

You are the same repulsive magnet the pulls me close
the same one to which I whisper yes but screams no
I said I wouldn't but the end is the same
In my sleep I call your name
And every second my thoughts are insane

the night sure does play a lot of tricks on us
But even with the Sun up you crowd my thoughts
I scream out loud that you are my friend
But who am I kidding with that trend
Even my eyes cannot pretend
When you are near I try hard to hold the stead

I explain every word like a two edged sword
My mind must be missing a cord
Because the rhythm in my heart is like a secret chord

I can't tell you how I feel
Cos I feel I'll loose this deal
The unspoken one as my skin your eyes peel
My pleading eyes wonder if you see what I feel
I loose sleep because of you
Every Sunday hoping to catch that view

but it is a sad story because I freeze at the sight of you
Like echo my words returned to me without you
More nights my pulse counts
Meditating on the curves by your mouth
My mind your memories mount

Why do I say no when I mean yes
And deny my soul what it truly yearns
I push me to tell you but I never dare

I said again, next Sunday I will have it done
Talk to you and let the feelings be gone
I started on a note so soft acting cool like Lara Croft
I know I said a lot but don't remember a word

And on last note I said "You gon' miss me when I'm gone"
but with your heart crazy smile
You made me stare for a while
Then you said "I miss you already now"

 Yours truly MerciRick