I have found writing poetry about situations dealing with my panic disorder and agoraphobia, over the years, has served as a record of constant ebbs and flows of my phychological behaviors. By my posting some of my work - be it personal - I hope I encourage others to post their works of poetry - I would be very interesting in sharing. Here is one to start with.
The Rain Doth Comfort Me
By Maria November 25, 1999
Tho I remember the sweetest touch of them all
I pray the voice of the rain doth not stop today
For this morning is of silent voices flying through
My mind’s atmosphere like the breath of a child
‘tis the gasp of my mother & child…of those
Who have fallen, yet my stride takes heed
With the ear of a fawn listening for a twig’s
Aide memoire of fear & a secluded thicket
If only this sun would not come through the veil
Of soft grays to burn & wither the innocent souls
In my valley today…for now I am quiet & pensive
Within these strange walls that bleed oblivion
