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Survive or thrive. Sink or swim. Do or die. There's no third time right. Either or, is just folklore. Choice is yours. In the one step forward, After the ten that push you back. . TG

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Mediations in May (A long-ish piece👇) . . My Black Dog Over very many years, I have known a black dog. And in this time we have walked together through a fog; Singular in purpose, we agreed to disagree, That despite the crowd, we had only each other for company. The black dog came to me one day, I don't remember when, in the death of a night, or the month of May; It crept onto my shoulders, whispering softly into my ear, "There little girl, as a precept forever shall I be near". I felt it's cold breath, it’s leaden weight, it’s silence unkempt, And through my mind and body, violent shivers swept; Unknowing, I sat in fear, I shed a tear, I called out in vain to those around me and near. Like a grand puppeteer, it had me steered, Swerving in circles, each turn it commandeered. “Shh, little girl, your fight strengthens me, so don't put it to the test," To illustrate the example, it  settled its chilling weight onto my chest. With my breath drawn out, I felt my senses being crushed, My thoughts slowed to a halt and my feelings aside were brushed. And then as the black dog took a breath there settled a thick haze, But as the blanket descended on my inner world, I took comfort in a grey, stifling daze. But then time did what it does best and passed by, As the mornings turned to night, the black dog became mine. I floated through the world with the black dog on my back and a spectator in my bubble, While slowly flitted in the realisation that the black dog was my trouble. Invisible, inexplicable had been the weight that I had been carrying around, And I sought across multiple spaces and distant places for a resolution to be found. But it dawned on me, that I was the key, It was my energy that would cause my foe to flee. So I channeled myself and my energies, On creating an awareness that would set me free. The black dog looked on as I focused on the good, treading on into the light, Snivelling it slipped away from the edges of the bright. #mentalhealthawareness #itsokaynottobeokay #bnw #minimalism #poetsofinstagram #writersofig #writersofinstagram #writewrite #imheretohelp #morningmeditations #monthofmay #poems

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Little rain drops. Morning introspections.

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Blur. Write cos it ain't wrong #notpunny #excusethepun

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Nobody is home. Write cos it ain't wrong #notpunny #excusethepun .

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Forgive, not forget.

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Put one foot in front of the other, climb up the bridge.

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Which is which?

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Tear. . . . . . #write #writingonthewall #writersofig #writers #writersofinstagram #poems #poetsofinstagram #catharsis #moodygrams #moodymonday

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3 am waltz. . . . . . #write #writersofig #writersofinstagram #spiltink #poemsofig #poetry #poems #poemsofinstagram #nighttime #nightmares #wakeupsleepyhead #writingcommunity #writingcommunityofig #bnwphotography #bnw #littlethings #patterns

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Dusk. The end. . . . . . #write #writing #writers #writersofig #writersofinstagram #poemsofig #poetry #poetsofinstagram #wordsofinstagram #spiltink #tgithursday #phew #sotired #sotobed #adulting #writerscommunity

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The light and the dark. #5amstarts #justathought #mornings #sunrise #writersofinstagram

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In the sense of impending doom, the only presence is surrounding gloom. Invoke the fight or flight response, the only way through is down and out, sinking is a luxury. #nofilter #justathought #journaling #ťhoughtoftheday #writersofinstagram

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The punching bag. . . . #writersofinstagram #writing #writersofig #catharsis #whataday #daysend #words #poems #write

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My Black Dog

Over very many years, I have known a black dog,

and in this time we have walked together through a fog;

Singular in purpose, we agreed to disagree,

that despite the crowd, we had only each other for company.

The black dog came to me one day,

I don’t remember when, in the death of a night, or the month of May;

It crept onto my shoulders, whispering softly into my ear,

“There little girl, as a precept forever shall I be near.”

I felt it’s cold breath, it’s leaden weight, it’s silence unkempt,

And through my mind and body, violent shivers swept;

Unknowing, I sat in fear, I shed a tear,

I called out in vain to those around me and near.

We grappled in quiet battle;

I pushed and shoved until weary my spirit rattled.

Like a grand puppeteer, it had me steered,

Swerving in circles, each turn it commandeered.

And despite trying as hard as I could, it clung;

Treading it’s icy paws down my spine, growling softly it sung,

“Shh, little girl, your fight strengthens me, so don’t put it to the test,”

To illustrate the example, it  settled its chilling weight onto my chest.

With my breath drawn out, I felt my senses being crushed;

My thoughts slowed to a halt and my feelings aside were brushed.

And then as the black dog took a breath there settled a thick haze,

But as the blanket descended in my mind, I took comfort in a grey, stifling daze.

Time did what it does best and passed by;

As the mornings turned to night, the black dog became mine.

I floated through the world with the black dog on my back and a spectator in my bubble,

While slowly flitted in the realization that the black dog was my trouble.

Invisible, inexplicable had been the weight that I had been carrying around;

And I sought across multiple spaces and distant places for a resolution to be found.

But it dawned on me, that I was the key,

It was my energy that would cause my foe to flee.

So I channeled myself and my energies;

On creating an awareness that would set me free.

The black dog looked on as I focused on the good, treading on into the light,

Sniveling it slipped away from the edges of the bright.

“Now, now young lady, the spirit of life may give you temporary respite,

But remember you this, I shall always exist with you as my guise”

And there it slunk into the corner of my eyes;

Growling with the promise or curse of a resurrection and rise.

And now and again the black dog does appear through time;

Rehearsing it’s dance, it would signal on to me in mime.

But when the black dog appears it is at best as a shadow would on a sunny day,

while I continue to walk into the light as that is my only way.