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Hello Despair II

16 Sep

The Sequel to “Hello Despair” <–Click to view

Hello Despair II

I’ve said hello to Despair before
I let him walk right through my door
I wasn’t firm in my request
The effort was minimal at best
“Please, I’m busy, you can not stay”
But he sat there anyway
A malicious grin across his face
“Please, you must leave this place”
He never spoke to me a word
Though his message still was heard
“You are weak and I am stronger”
“You’ll give up and I’ll last longer”
Those were the words radiating from him
The future was looking bleak and grim
“Enough, Despair” I said one day
“It’s time for you to go away”
He did not leave, but to my surprise
He looked deep into my eyes
In that moment a flash of hope
Perhaps a new way to cope?
No, high hopes make for a harder fall
He kept on staring and through it all
I felt myself growing weaker, faint
He grabbed my neck, and without restraint
I collapsed under the pressure of his victory

K.M.
9-16-09

A Poem, Revisited

12 Sep

Hello Despair

Hello Despair
I saw you standing there
Waiting anxiously in the shadows
Waiting for a chance to beat your foes
Comfort and Happiness
Waiting to repossess
The very being that is me
I was blind, I couldn’t see
I honestly thought I had you defeated
I thought you finally retreated
I thought the sunshine was too bright
You even stayed away at night
But suddenly the sun is gone
And I see you’ve been there all along
Just waiting for your chance to win
And I succumb to your victory once again
Because I see that you are truly victorious
All that once seemed so glorious
I know now was just an illusion
Created by my deep confusion
I was foolish; I let down my guard
You didn’t have to try very hard
The second a cloud shadowed my life
You were right there to add to my strife
And it looks as if you’ve come to stay
Because I’m feeling cold today
It’s a feeling I remember well
From before when you did dwell
In the deepest parts of my soul
When I literally had no control
And there you are once again
Decided you’d be my new best friend
But I hate you Despair
This just isn’t fair
Why can’t you just go away?
I hope you didn’t come to stay
I hope you’re just visiting a while
Because being sad just is not my style
I hate what you’ve forced me to be
I hate letting people see
How weak I have become

K.M
7.27.07

Can’t Believe in Tomorrow

5 Aug

This is an old poem from the not so happy 15 year old version of me….It’s definitely not one of my best pieces… I’m posting it for all the kids out there who are going through what I went through… to show them that even though they may feel despair or depression, or just feel like no one understands… it doesn’t last forever. I promise…. and I understand.

Can’t Believe in Tomorrow

Often times they ask me whether
I can find it in my heart to believe in forever
Well honestly with all this sorrow
I find it hard to even believe in tomorrow
When things never go the way I plan
Wondering why I ever ran
Away from the stability I used to know
Now I find it hard to show
The way I’m feeling
And I’m having trouble dealing
With this pain
I’ve got nothing to gain
I’m suffering from eternal desolation
No where near my destination
Losing my love for the things that I knew
Finding it hard to believe in things true
When I’ve only known things to be fake
When every choice in my life has been a mistake
When the truths that I’m told are really just lies
And everything is always a compromise
Only it’s really not
Because I’ve lost every battle that I’ve fought
And nothing ever really goes in my favor
Never rewarded for good behavior
Longing to find something to believe in
Waiting for a battle that I actually win
Hoping that next time I won’t have to fight
For the things that I already know are right
Telling others that what they’re doing is wrong
And then realizing that I don’t belong
In the world that they’ve created
So I’m here desolated
All alone
In a world of my own
And it’s lonely
Because I’m the only
One in it and I refuse to go back
To the world where everyone is out of whack
Where no one can see the damage they cause
They never take the time to pause
And realize that they’re just adding to my pain
Because I refuse to be the same
And I’m sick of playing this game
I hate being alone
In this world I call my own
I want to let someone else in
Let them fight beside me so together we can win
And maybe then I’d find the strength to smile
And life would be a little more worth while
Because right now it’s just a waste of time
I’ve pushed every boundary and crossed every line
And it gets me nowhere
I can’t seem to find anyone who cares
There’s no one who understands
I can’t create what the world demands
And what it demands is the type of person
That I refuse to be and I am certain
That no one will ever be satisfied
And every accomplishment I’ve made will just be denied
I’m ok with the person I’ve become
I walk to the beat of my own drum
But when I look back on the person that I used to be
I’m disgusted by the fact that that was me
I hate who I was in the past
Back when I reacted too fast
I didn’t take the time to think things through
I was never sure on what to do
So I just acted on desire
I got sucked into the fire
Burning with flames that could destroy my potential
Forgetting what was really essential
I’m glad that I got away from that way of life
Back when everything was just strife
Just more drama that I didn’t need
…..
Only back then I was blind and I couldn’t see
But now I can see and I hate who I was
But I’m still not happy because
Back then at least I wasn’t alone
Back then I had someone to call my own
And back then I was actually happy
Even though I was treated pretty crappy
I was still in love
And I was strong
Now I’m knocked down by the softest shove
And I feel like I don’t belong
And I hate this way
I have no words to say
Only tears to cry
And the waters will never run dry
They are ever flowing, every night
Because nothing ever goes right
I just want stability back in my life
I really saw myself being his wife
I know that was looking pretty far ahead
But I’d rather have a plan for the future than just wind up dead
Because at this rate that’s the way it’s going to be
And I really don’t think that anyone can see
That I’m not breaking down
It happened a long time ago
And they don’t notice my frown
Because it’s something that I constantly show
No one pays attention to these things
And everyone always brings
Sadness to my eyes
And tell me  lies
And I can’t take this anymore
So many times I wanted to walk out the door
Keep walking forever and never look back
Get out of this life and on a new track
Where I can smile
I’ll walk a million miles
I just want to be happy again
I just want to make things right
Have someone to hold throughout the night
Know that my family knew what I’m going through
Know that someone feels the same way that I do
But I don’t know this and none of it’s true
So when you ask me whether
I find it possible to believe in forever
I’ll just look at you with a smile
Hold back tears all the while
Thinking of the pain and sorrow
And just hoping that I can make it through to tomorrow

K.M.
11-29-05

Already Killed Me

31 Mar

Excerpt from “Already Killed Me”

A break-up poem from the irrational head of a 15 year old me. I’ve got a LOT of these, and as ridiculous as I find them now, I still think they’re good and I will share them from time to time.

(So no lectures on suicide, emotional distress, or what love REALLY is, because this is just an OLD poem.)

Any other feedback is much appreciated.

Can you please just tell me what went wrong
Why we didn’t last so long
I don’t know why
But I didn’t even cry
This hard with my last love
And that love lasted so much longer
I guess back then I just was stronger
But now I’ve surrendered to the weakness
All I see is a vast bleakness
Where my future is supposed to be
Looks like there’s nothing left for me
So I’m just going to go away
There is nothing left to say
So this is my farewell, goodbye
No one left to miss me if I die
Because you already killed me anyway
I’ve been dead since the day
That you stopped saying I love you
It was then that I knew
That it was over and there was no purpose
Of living life above the surface
So I’m going under, six feet deep
Into an eternal sleep
From which I can not be awakened
My life has been forsaken

9-22-05

Saying Goodbye to an Amazing Woman

14 Mar

It’s 1:37 AM and I just got home from the hospital. My Meme, one of the most amazing women I have ever had the privilege to know, is dying.

A 5:00 AM phone call yesterday from the nursing home she’s been living at for the past month and a half informed us that she was being taken to the hospital.

A 10:00 AM phone call from my mom told me that her white count was extremely high but they didn’t know much else.

A 6:00 PM phone call from my mom informed me that Meme was not going to make it and that we all needed to come to the hospital ASAP.

Each hug of consolation was like popping an emotional balloon, a trigger for a fountain of tears. Watching her lying helplessly in that hospital bed is an image that will forever haunt me.

The priest came and prayed while all of us cried silently.

It took everything I had to leave that hospital, because as much as I hate seeing her like that, I hated leaving her just as much. But alas, I have to be at work in less than 5 hours. I don’t really think I’m going to be able to keep it together, knowing that I could be serving someone their coffee or selling a lottery ticket while my Meme takes her last breath.

I can’t even sleep because every time I close my eyes I have visions of her singing me to sleep as a child, and of course that triggers the tears.

I will post an In Memory post when the hour does come, but in the mean time I’ll be here, remembering all the good times, and feeling sorry for myself. She will never get to see my wedding, hold my child, sing me to sleep…

I love you Meme. Thank you for everything you’ve ever done. You’re truly an Amazing Woman.

Reviving Ophelia – analysis

11 Dec

Book Review

“Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls”

I highly recommend this book to all girls,  parents of an adolescent girl, and any one who wants to learn more/gain insight  about what adolescent girls go through.

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Sociological Perspectives Found in “Reviving Ophelia”

In the book “Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls” by Mary Pipher, Ph.D., many sociological perspectives are mentioned. Each perspective helps explain why adolescent girls have become such troubled individuals. Pipher, through her book, explores personal stories from a variety of adolescent girls, each with a different background and family life. As a therapist, she sheds light on the reasons why many young girls act out, do drugs, have sex, and inflict personal harm, along with many other concerns that land them in therapy.
Even though this book was written in the early 1990′s, many of the issues it addresses are still overwhelmingly common today. There are still suicide attempts, alcohol is still used as a way to escape, sex, especially under the influence of alcohol, is still being had by girls barely in their teens. Young girls are still experimenting with drugs as a way to find their place. Females are still stereotyped as being less important than males and hold lower positions in the corporate world. The battle of sexism is still being fought.
While there are many different sociological perspectives mentioned in the book, some are more prominent than others. The first of these is sexism, more specifically, the Global Stratification and Status of Females. In such a technologically advanced world, one might think that the issue of sexism would be far less common than it was throughout history, but that is not the case. Many young girls are losing faith in themselves as a result of what they are seeing in the world around them. Girls are seeing men holding higher positions than women and feeling a sense of inferiority. Pipher addresses this periodically though the book. “By junior high girls sense their lack of power…[t]hey see mostly men are congressmen, principals, bankers, and corporate executives. They notice that famous writers, musicians and artists are mostly men” (41).
To many young girls, it is not only the political aspect of male preference, it is the personal problems girls face in their everyday lives. “Girls complain that they do more chores than their brothers. Or that they make less money baby-sitting than their brothers do mowing lawns. Or that parents praise brothers’ accomplishments more than theirs” (41-42). The combination of the political and personal aspects of sexism in these girls lives leads them to feel insignificant in a male dominated world.
Sometimes the sexist messages sent to these girls are not very obvious until they are pointed out. Pipher recalls “…one client brought in a magazine from my own waiting room. It was an alumni magazine… there were forty-five photographs, forty-four of which pictures males” (43). Parents can unconsciously magnify their young daughters feeling of linferiority by having something as simple as that magazine in their home.
Of course, there are other sociological perspectives mentioned in the book that also have an enormous influence on these young girls lives. Many girls use reference groups in order to evaluate their behavior and, based on their observations, change it accordingly. The problem with this is they often evaluate themselves against their fellow classmates, who are also struggling to find their true identity as well. When girls are young, they often feel that popularity is the only issue in their lives that matter. They start focusing less on things that used to be important to them, and more on being like the popular kids, because that is what they observe. One of Pipher’s patients was a fourteen-year-old girl named Rosemary. Rosemary used to be “interested in everything and everybody”. But once she got to high school “she stopped making good grades because she felt grades didn’t matter. Popularity was all the counted. She obsessed about her weight and her looks” (97).  “She did things she didn’t agree with to fit into the popular crowd” (98).
When these girls use reference groups at such a young age, they hide who they truly are with a hard outer shell of what they believe they should be in order to be considered cool. They do this by not only changing their behavior and attitudes, they also try to change their appearances. Some change their hair, or their clothing, while others try to attain the perfect body. Rosemary said “[s]he felt she needed to lose ten pounds…she had tried dieting” (98).
Other girls do just the opposite. They too use reference groups, but instead of changing themselves to fit in with the popular crowd, they change themselves to stand out. The problem with this is they are still changing their true selves, and often they are still changing to fit in with some group, even if it isn’t the popular one. One of Pipher’s patients “was dressed in a way that signaled ‘I am different’ with her head half shaved and half purple punk” (161). While these girls have made some progress by understanding they do not want to be part of the in crowd, they still end up changing their true selves to stand out.
The changing of themselves can sometimes be attributed to Cooley’s Looking Glass Self. He said that our sense of self develops from interaction with others. We imagine how we appear to others, interpret others reactions, and based upon this, we form a self-concept. This self-concept can be positive or negative. Often times the girls develop a negative self-concept and thus feel a need to change who they are to gain approval. Pipher says, “girls are socialized to let others do the defining” (257). By judging themselves solely on interactions with others, girls give up the ability to be who they truly are.
One sociological perspective that is mentioned but is not incredibly prominent in this book is genocide. Some girls who are savvier with the events going on in the world react to things such as genocide with the emotion of a young child. This often leads them to depression or cynicism about the world. Pipher had a patient who said she “felt that [she didn't want to be part of a species that produced Nazis] when she read that Stalin killer even more people than Hitler….She said the ‘Holocaust wasn’t an isolated event. It happens all over” (163).
These girls are mature enough to know about genocide and be disgusted by it, but are not emotionally mature enough to respond to the problem in an adult way. Instead, they channel all that negativity onto themselves and lose their faith in the rest of the world. With this lost faith comes the “I don’t care attitude” that leads girls to take drugs or use alcohol at a very young age.
In groups and out groups also play a huge role in this book and in the lives of young girls. Often, young girls feel an incredible urge to be a part of the in group because they want to feel a sense of loyalty to a group  and have people with whom to bond. With in groups, however, comes tension and often peer pressure. Rosemary “hated the pressure”. She “felt close to her friends, but she admitted that friendships were difficult. She worried about betrayal and rejections” (98). Many girls want to be a part of the in-group so they are not targeted for being in the out-group. Being in the out-group means being an outsider who is often seen only as having flaws. They become victims of hate and prejudice as created by the in-group.
Deviance plays a part in this book in a big way. Much of the behavior that lands these young girls in Dr. Pipher’s office is viewed as deviant by the parents of the young girls. Since it is the reaction to the act that makes it deviant, the girls themselves may not, and often don’t, view it as being deviant. Instead, they view it as simply fitting in. Parents view drinking alcohol, having sex, and partying as being deviant while to the girls, it is the norm.
These young girls also use labeling as a way to show that some fit in and some don’t. “People are assigned to groups such as geeks, preps and jocks. One girl’s categories included ‘deeper than thou’, a derogatory term for the sophisticated artists in her school. Another divided the world into Christian and non-Christian, and another into alternative, non-alternative, and wannabe alternative” (59). By ascribing labels to people, the girls often feel better about themselves. By having a label ascribed to them, they feel incredibly low and unworthy.
Piaget, in his theory for the development of reasoning, said that the ability to think abstractly begins roughly at age twelve. Many of the girls in this book are no more than two years older than this, and their ability to think abstractly has not fully developed. In fact, it has often been hindered by mainstream media, which dictates the way things should be to young and impressionable girls. “Most early adolescents are unable to think abstractly. The brightest are just moving into formal operation thought or the ability to think abstractly and flexibly. The immaturity of their thinking makes it difficult to reason with them” (59). “The concreteness of girls’ thinking can be seen in their need to categorize others” (59).
It is clear that many of these sociological perspectives blend into one another and together help explain the behavior of these young girls. They see sexism and begin to lose faith in themselves, which is often the point at which they lose their own identity and try to replace is with another. It is here that they try to become one with the in-group for fear of being humiliated daily. They feel the need to put people in certain categories to feel better about themselves. When they are feeling low they often turn to drugs and alcohol as an escape. If they aren’t using drugs and alcohol as an escape, they’re using it to fit in. This behavior often leads to sexual promiscuity since inhibitions are temporarily down.
The combination of these factors is seen as deviant behavior by the parents of these adolescents. They feel that their children are really crying out for help or attention. Since they don’t know what else to do, they send them to therapy for professional help. Mary Pipher, being a therapist, got a first hand look into the lives of these adolescents and through her book, is helping others remember what it was like to be young. She is helping parents to understand that these girls are victims of society and the pressures it puts on children, especially girls. She is helping these girls save themselves before it’s too late.

Eternal Desolation

9 Dec

There are so many things I wish I had the courage to say. So many fears I wish I could voice. There are so many thoughts and ideas kept prisoner inside my mind.

My mind is like a giant jail cell full of innocent people wrongly convicted of a crime, condemned to spend eternity locked up unjustly. I too, am a prisoner of my mind. I see the thoughts, ideas, and feelings, and there is a sheet of glass blocking them, so strong that nothing can penetrate it. I can not set them free; I can not set myself free. With each day that passes a thin layer of dust covers the glass and no matter what I do to clear the dust, eventually everything becomes indistinguishable.
I can no longer tell when I am happy or when I am sad. I have become a shell of my former self, numb to all feelings good or bad. Often times when I assume that I am happy, I raise a hand to my face only to feel tears pouring out of my eyes. I don’t know the reason that I cry, and I can never quite tell why I’m smiling.
It seems that no matter how hard I try I can no longer grasp the things that I once had such control over. I used to be able to pull inspiration out of thin air and write down my deepest desires and darkest secrets. Now no matter how long I sit and stare at a piece of paper or the flashing bar on the computer screen, nothing inspiring comes to my mind.
I have become a desperate soul searching for a purpose. What is left for me now that I’ve lost it all? I used to want to be a writer with the ability to instill fear, happiness, desperation and love into the hearts and minds of anyone and everyone who read my books or my poetry. I knew that I had that ability then, and to this day I know that I still have so much potential.
The problem is I let things dwell and become forever encased in that glass that continually gathers dust. I’ve placed my inspiration in a glass box on a shelf too high for me to reach and no way to ever access it again. I’ve lost the ability to be happy or hopeful. The only feelings that I have are ones of desperation and despair.
I have lost the strength in all my friendships. Everyone that used to be close and important has been lost along this journey towards eternal desolation. The faces of former friends and family are now simply just shadows fading into the night. When that final ray of light dwindles and dies, the shadows of the people that I once loved will too fade away, along with any hope that I had left.
I feel as though I’m on a sinking ship without life vest or lifeboat. I’ve sailed myself out to the middle of nowhere and the water around me is freezing. My body is exhausted and lacks the strength to swim me back to salvation. There is no one beside me to offer comforting words, there’s no one for me to say goodbye to, no one to save me.
That is what my life has become, a ship destined to sink. I have lost touch with reality, only able to look through the dusted glass, as though I’m living in a dream and unable to contact anyone of importance. I can see my memories and they remind me of how things used to be. I see the soul of my former self screaming out in anguish for all the pain I’ve suffered. I see the shell of who I used to be going through the motions of every day life, struggling to get by.
Night time is the only time that I embrace because when the restlessness finally subsides and I fade away into sleep, I am free, if only but for a few hours.

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