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"Never Give Up"

I have written these words after finally breaking free from the end of dark depression and anxiety. I truly never believed I would rise finally, above the blackness of spiralling tunnels and quicksand, sucking me under, throughout too many years. I am now continuing on with my life, for the first time throughout too many wasted years. I am now able to me. And ME, just for myself. The emotional chains which encased and trapped me for so many years, have been broken, and are gone.
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- Posted on 03/17/15
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“Never Give Up”

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will

“Never Give Up”

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will
And the road you tread seems always to be uphill.
When the funds are low, and the debts are too high
You wish to smile, but in depth sadness makes you cry
Remain steadfast, as your strength, will make it right.

This is not a poem to rhyme, to resonate memories of pain,
But words for those of us, who suffer silently, within decay
Of dreams unfulfilled, memories of love and too much loss.
Belief within our hearts, silent tears and words, each day
Imbedded within our souls and spirit, we remain true, and stay.

Never abandon your dreams, or memories of wishes and life’s fruit
Stay strong for you, when weariness, from swimming against the tide
Often wears you down, to a black emotional state, with loss of truth
And the tiredness, with ongoing battles, to rise above, seems lost forever
But you will return to your unique self, determined and will once again shine.

Pursue your dreams, your goals, and your absolute reason to live
To make this a better world, for you, and for me, for your own beliefs
That all will be right in the end, you reaching your own pinnacle, dreams
Which you held steadfast and true, through adversity and much sadness
Though you will continue to live, maybe within silence, but reign in peace.

Written by Lyndell Muirhead
March 2015

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Harry And Molly (My Shoodle Puppies)

When I was feeling very sad, for a very long time, my best friend convinced me to buy a little puppy. I had reservations but I did buy him. His name is Harry. He was 3 1/2 months old, Then by chance, I saw a little girl puppy, 3 months of age for sale on the internet. She is the spitting image of Harry but a lot smaller. I have had them now for 5 months and the love and unconditional acceptance I receive from both of them is priceless. My "house" is once more "home".

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- Posted on 02/20/15
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“Harry and Molly”

I do not care at all about your muddy paw prints on the floor,

“Harry and Molly”

I do not care at all about your muddy paw prints on the floor,
And it never bothers me if you make a mess around the doors,
Because when I have been so very sad, feeling too much alone,
You have given me your paws, telling me we are at “home”.

When I cry, and the pain is too much to bear at times,
When my tears fall silently with memories of lost dreams
You always appear by my side, licking my face so tenderly
In your own little ways, to rid me of hurt, and to feel free.

Harry and Molly, precious God’s creations, are loved so much
You are always beside me, throughout long days and nights.
When I wake in the morning, to you both licking my face
The sadness and aloneness, from yesterday, leaves no trace.

You both give to me, unconditional love, with steadfast acceptance.
And I in return, provide you both with much love with no exceptions.
For you never condemn, or tell me where I have gone wrong,
My little puppies, loyal and true, have made me feel so strong.

Your presence in my life has rescued me from sadness
When so often, I prayed and wished for the end to be near
Though now I have purpose and a true reason to live,
No longer alone, the sunshine you provide, is priceless and dear.

So when you make a mess and destroy things in our home,
It’s okay, because our lives mean that we are , together and alone.
There will never be condemnation, and I will never make you sad,
Because you gave me your paws, and love, to help silence the bad.

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An Unpredictable Life
- Published: October 2014
A Poem On Weariness And Inner Struggles

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I sit here now in darkness, living on my own,
A life of existence, white walls, my home
With rooms that sometimes resonated with laughter
Saw also tears of much sadness, pain, suffering, and anger.

I sit here now in darkness, living on my own,
A life of existence, white walls, my home
With rooms that sometimes resonated with laughter
Saw also tears of much sadness, pain, suffering, and anger.

For death entered the lives of those now dearly lost,
But also estrangement, which pursues me in silence, endlessly,
Creating prison cells of emptiness, loneliness, and memories,
Casting shadows within those silent, empty rooms.

The tears I shed quietly, along roads of darkness,
Following footsteps of abandonment, this eternal loneliness
And utter sadness I feel, for those who have gone,
The memories that will forever so quietly linger on.

For the pain of the past and fleeting glimpses
Which sometimes drown within my tortuous soul
Appearing vividly, when I allow them to be more than just images
Burn with searing heat, painfully, and once more take control.

No words could ever express or even begin
To describe the desolation of loss and of grief
And the photographs of sometimes happier days
I dare not see and are hidden from even me.

Some days are just too hard and weary to travel
And nights seemingly drown in voids of blackness
Depicted within my mind, endless, and too barren,
For I loved too much and now am so saddened.

Life has not been that which I grew to believe
Providing me with a future of smiles and love
The sadness which I now find to be so close to me
Is sometimes my solace, my friend, and all I can see.

My road through life has been rough and lonely
Though I have tried so hard to find joy and peace.
Yet the faster I ran to catch the winds within my grasp,
They only blew harder, remaining just out of my reach.

I see families with smiles, holding hands with care
Reminding me yet again of my own saddened emptiness.
Another day awakens, though my spirit remains quiet
And night once more is filled with shadows of blackness.

I faithfully believed that with my truest given love
And commitment I gave to all of those in need
Would allow my life to be complete with joy and hugs
And tears would never fall through the love I never received.

My road, now, has almost now come to a close
And the weariness I feel will soon come to an end.
I'm so very tired of the winds escaping my grasp,
Running so hard to catch that which was not to be.

I have suffered the result of giving far too much,
For when you love too deeply, you fall too hard.
Eternal nights will one day blend with summers of gold
Infinite tears will never again fall, and hearts won't be cold.

Vivid memories of the past of things that never were
And realization of all that should and may have been
The struggles which always became more oceans to swim
Never reaching the end, for now silence is my solitary friend.
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My Personal Battle
- Published: October 2014
Depression Being A Part Of Me

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Depression, my friend and yet you are my foe.
You hold my hand through my tortuous times
And sail with me through the wings of birds
And the smell of leaves.

Depression, my friend and yet you are my foe.
You hold my hand through my tortuous times
And sail with me through the wings of birds
And the smell of leaves.
You have known me for a long time and I understand your ways.
Through the blackness you walk by my side, holding my hand
And sleep with me on the coldest and blackest of nights.

Depression, I know you will never leave my side,
But many times I wish you would let go of my hand,
Release me and let me be.
To allow me to achieve my own personal goals.
To allow me to let go of the past
And to enable me to footprint the steps
To move forward with enthusiasm and joy.
We have known each other for a long time,
And you have been there by my side,
But I can no longer fill my heart with happiness
And plans for happier moments to return.

Depression, you are the deepest part of my soul, of my whole being,
And I don't know how to release you from enveloping the darkness
And taking away the stars from my heart and my spirit.
I understand you and know you will never leave me,
But please, release me from this infinite tunnel and spiral
of utter sadness and grief
As you have taken from me my spirit and my joy
And have left me lifeless and a walking corpse,
Breathless and lifeless with no joy and no future.

Depression, I know you will never let me go.
You will haunt me and wrap me tightly within your grasp.
And when I leave this earth, you will depart with me,
And I hope then you will finally release your hold
And allow me to be free, to fly with the birds
And glide with the winds of time.
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Lyndell Muirhead
7 years ago

My best friend Wendy wrote a poem about our mutual friend, Lyndon, who died on September 25th 3 years ago. So sadly 1 year later, Wendy, my dearest and best friend, committed suicide. I have been left alone, and I miss both of them so much. The three of us shared such happy times together. Wendy and Lyndon, I love you both so very much, and I wish we were together again.

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Lyndell Muirhead
9 years ago

Your sensitive words truly show your absolute understanding of what your friend was experiencing. You must have been the best of friends for you to have such an insight into depression and the painful ramifications, that, no matter how hard you try, it never leaves you. Depression at it's worse, we who suffer from this evil, constant invasion of our thoughts and our souls, would freely trade a limb just to be rid of the utter sadness, that is overwhelming and consuming our days, and nights. We do eventually become so tired, and absolutely worn out, from the battle of just trying to get through one day at a time. Your dear friend was so fortunate to have a friend like you.

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Lyndell Muirhead
9 years ago

Your beautiful and heartfelt words, brought many tears to my eyes. Your Mum would be so proud of you. The pain you felt so badly during this very sad loss, you probably kept so much to yourself. Within your heart just for you. Your poem reflects what a beautiful human being you are. And your dear Mum would wish for you to get on with you life, to follow your dreams and to be happy. You have beautiful memories, and so does she. They will be in the purest part of your heart and soul, for the rest of your days. That special place that no one can ever take away from you. I also lost my beautiful Mum. She was very sick for too many years. It broke my heart when she passed away, into too many pieces. I thought I would never survive. I did, and have since lost all of my family members. The fairy tale stories read to us as children never prepare us for the actual realities of life. Love and loss. Hope and sadness. You have to keep going, and to pursue your dreams for yourself, and your Mum. She will always be there in spirit when you are sad, but will also be there to share your joys. Well done for writing such a heartfelt poem.

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Lyndell Muirhead
9 years ago

I so understand how you feel. When I was only 11 years of age, I was swimming laps in the pool, and a young male swam underwater and grabbed me in my private parts. Although at the time I had no idea why he did that. I had absolutely no knowledge about "sex", etc. But for so long, that invasion of my body has stuck with me. Along with many other things I prefer not to talk about. Please try to get on with your life, and realize, so sadly I know, that it happens to so many of us when we are young. You have your whole life ahead of you and you will be successful in your determination to make your life better for yourself. Always be cautious and aware of others. And only trust people when they have proven to you that they can be trusted. Best wishes and keep going on! There are many dreams that you will fulfill, and some that will never come to fruition. Look after yourself for you, and nobody else. You only get one go at life. When you are young, you feel that you will never grow old. But you do. So make sure you do the best you can for you. And put the past behind you. As we have to do.

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Lyndell Muirhead
9 years ago

I can relate to your words. I was an unplanned child, and when I was born I was transported to a "Children's Home" for the first 3 1/2 years of my life. I remember crying within the confines of a cold steel barred cot that I was placed into. I can still remember, even at such a young age, just wanting hugs and to feel I was loved. It didn't happen. To this day, so many years later, that is still something I have never felt. But we have to survive the best way we can. To nurture within ourselves a type of self esteem, confidence and belief that we can achieve our dreams, finally.

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