The Unwanted Friend | Just Add Ginger

Anxiety isn't your friend,

Nor does it want to be. 

And yet it will creep up beside you, take 

your hand and say "come with me". 

It will lead you into the dark places. 

The ones kept at the back of your head. 

The ones that when you think of them, 

Just fill your heart with dread. 

Anxiety is a foul smell 

that's carried in on the evening air. 

It lingers and tickles your nostrils. 

You can't see it and yet it is there. 

It steals good days in abundance, 

Smiles are it's favourite to eat. 

And just when you think it's vanished, 

those times it just waits to defeat. 

It likes to think it can own you 

when you're alone and scared in the night. 

But those are the times to remember 

that you have to continue to fight. 

My story is not one of solution - 

of that I could never advise. 

But it is one of raw truth telling 

in the hope you might empathise. 

And to the warriors who fight along with me. 

In standing with you I find courage to fight 

these feelings of stress, woe and sadness. 

Those thoughts that don't make me feel right. 

I've come to the end of my story. 

That's it - done and dusted, the end. 

The truth is you never know 

just what someone's going through. 

That's why it's important to just be a friend. 

The Diary Of A Pregnant Woman | Just Add Ginger

Dear Diary, 

Y'know.... 

Being pregnant isn't everything
That I'd thought it'd be,
waking up at half past four
desperate for a wee, 

The things you want to cry about, 
the things that make you roar.
Disaster strikes when there's 
a single speck of dust upon the floor. 

Weeping over politics 
and sad things on the news, 
Getting annoyed at your other half. 
when what to eat you just can't choose. 

Cooing over baby clothes 
you just can't quite afford, 
Stressing over bottle types 
And what to paint on nursery walls.

Getting used to that big long list 
of food you just can't eat, 
The random deep sleep cat naps, 
when fatigue you can't defeat.

Finding that you've run out of clothes, 
"Nothing wants to fit!" 
Your husband still looks oh-so dapper, 
when you just feel like sh*t.

The anguish over baby names, 
Just how are you to pick? 
Dustin, Justin, Penny, Lola. 
Oh, nothing seems to stick. 

Aches and pains are everywhere. 
You can just about put on your socks. 
Gagging on your toothbrush - 
just when will all these things stop? 

And then there's the times you can't predict, 
when things don't go to plan. 
Waiting rooms and phone calls 
knowing the outcome's out your hands. 

But on this big new journey 
I wouldn't change a thing, 
When baby's here it's a whole new chapter...
of guessing if that's poo or chocolate on your chin.

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Last week I made a journey that was incredibly difficult. All of my grandparents have passed, and I miss them all very much, but my "Grandma" MG's mum) I was exceptionally close to growing up. She fell asleep when I was twelve, and as bad as it sounds, I just have not been able to visit her. The grief was all too much for me to bear. 

But because I am getting married within the next year, I knew it was a visit I had to make. We all have different strategies to cope with grief, and writing is mine. 

Soul cast in shadow, 

Staring blankly at the sun. 

Why is it still so hard

To admit that you are gone?

Soul cast in shadow

Waiting for the call.

And how I need you so much now

To catch me as I fall?

Turning to face reality

And holding back my tears. 

Still so many left to shed.

Even after all these years. 

I was closer to you than no other

than I have been in my life. 

It hurts my heart to know 

You'll never see me as a wife. 

And yet I know you're watching

From some place that I don't know. 

Waiting for the right time. 

To let your presence show. 

Now as we turn the corner

To see where you're asleep. 

You'll be in my heart forever

And your love I'll always keep.

Blogtember 2013: A Poem for Person X

Write a public love letter to someone in your life. (It doesn't necessarily need to be romantic.)

Dear Person X, 

You're the one I'll always turn to,  

When blue sky turns to grey.  

The one I'll always dream of,  

at the ending of the day.  

You're the one who'll always make me laugh,  

When my head has does nought but frown.  

No matter how you're feeling,  

For me you'll act the clown.  

You're the one I love to kiss goodnight,  

You're the one I love to hold.  

You're the one who warms my cold reptilian heart,  

Amidst the Autumn cold.  

You're the one I can talk to all night,  

Whether deep in thought or talking sh*t. 

You're the one I can rant at when I'm stressed,  

You make no big deal of it.  

Thank you for making me so happy, 

Thank you for being you.  

Thank you for how you make me feel.  

Please know how much I do love you!  

Xxx

"Walking to School" (A Poem) | Just Add Ginger

Walking to School

One day on the way to school,

I stopped dead in the street to stare.

For sitting right in front of me,

Was a big, brown, grizzly bear.

He was looking in the sweet shop,

His big black eyes began to glare.

Nobody had seemed to notice

That big, brown, grizzly bear.

I strolled up to him. I was curious,

Not one bit of me was scared.

I tapped him on the shoulder,

So he knew that I was there.

"Mister Bear," I spoke up boldly,

Admiring his big brown paws,

"Why are you sitting in the street?

Why don't you go indoors?"

"Everyone is scared of me.

Everybody always runs away,

Nobody understands the bears.

When all we want to do is play."

I looked up into his grizzly face,

I saw he was going to cry.

"Don't be sad Mister Bear," I told him.

"What can I do?" he said with a sigh.

"All I want to do is find a friend.

But everybody always runs a mile.

I tried to play with a mouse once.

But he stopped working after a while."

Mister Bear began to whimper again -

I could tell he was going to cry.

I stroked his big brown overcoat.

And say the tears form in his eyes.

"How did you get here?" I asked.

"I escaped one day from my cage.

I ran away from the zoo-keeper.

They wanted me to go on the stage."

"They wanted me to dance and to sing

And to ride in a ring on a bike.

They wanted to call me Scary McBear

And teach me to snap and to bite."

"But I do not like to scare people.

In fact I don't even eat meat.

 prefer an eclair to a pork chop.

I have a great weakness for sweets."

"I'll find you some sweets," I told him.

"I've got a few pennies to spare.

I'll go into the sweet shop and tell them

To sell me their biggest eclair."

"So you'll be my friend?" Mister Bear asked.

"You really are ever so kind."

"Well that's my philosophy in life," I said.

"I never like to leave a bear behind."