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Category: Wellness
Holiday Mice
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Happy Holidays!
Day and Night
Day and Night, Life and Melancholia
By Dawn Illsley
What kind of night
Damns you to restlessness?
Condemns you to sleeplessness?
Letting the dreary dive in.
The melancholy thrives at night,
It gets its life from the idleness,
The quiet, ticking of time,
Creeping by, so slowly.
Building up strength, its forces
No match for a broken heart or open mind.
Consider it all!
Why not?
Sleep is a luxury.
It’s bookended,
By the waking hours
We call life.
But life isn’t all that we desire.
It taunts and ridicules,
Steals and lies,
Throws away the truth for a facsimile.
Those who care seem lost.
Lost in a world of the self righteous fool,
Determined to rule.
It’s gone
It’s gone by Dawn Illsley
Can life be so cruel to take it away?
Away from the place it was meant to stay.
Deep in my heart,
It was there all along.
Now it’s gone, now it’s gone.
Reward Offered
Reward Offered by Dawn Illsley
My words got lost
while trying to find the right ones.
If anyone sees them send them back home.
Reward offered for their safe return.
I’m Awake
I’m Awake by Dawn Illsley
I’m awake.
Thinking of happy places.
Avoiding the dark ones.
The places I get lost in.
Some things I’ll never understand,
Including myself.
My reason for being.
Why hanging on is torture.
What torture?
Why Hang on?
When letting go is so much more,
When letting go is not giving in.
Giving in to what?
Maybe it’s destiny
Maybe it’s not.
Maybe it’s just right.
Poetry fades
Thinking by Dawn Illsley
Stopping to think,
She sits alone,
Unable to feel,
She slowly goes,
Reluctant to see,
She fades.
Anne Frank poetry
Death March
By Dawn Illsley
We marched like dead souls,
Through hallways, not stopping.
Not daring.
Like the end was our fate.
I feel the shame,
The disgrace.
We quietly weeped,
As we shuffled upstairs,
It’s still, silence I heard,
On that ghostly trek.
My life faded away,
I was stuck there in that place,
Reality dissolved,
Time took a break.
Those little rooms,
Housing ghosts.
The walls paper thin like a dolls house.
Why is it,
Words pour out,
When tears are flowing.
I saw a pile of shoes
They didn’t need anymore.
Telling a story
Of loss,
Of life never led.
A pile of shoes,
In someone’s porch,
makes me think,
Of that day in May.
The deafening silence.
That I witnessed.
The life that was erased.
(Visiting the Anne Frank Museum)
Destiny
Destiny
By Dawn Illsley
I’m trapped by my design
I’m programmed to retreat,
Into the caverns of my mind,
I regress, in defeat.
My destiny
Already written
My time drawing near.
When I look out my window
I see the world I’ve come to fear.
That branch on the tree
Seems frail like me,
It could break
At any moment
And fall
In defeat.
The world is different now
It’s a foreign place,
There is nothing left I know
I’m trapped here in this space.
There was a time
I was brave,
But not now,
I’m afraid.
I’m not sure
When to hide,
When to duck,
What to think.
The time has come
I’m ready now,
Please let me go,
I feel peace.
With my guns drawn
I escape,
This time,
I’m determined
to meet my fate.
The weight
Empty
Souls,
Torn, worn,
Patched, and mended.
Bears the weight of silence,
In it’s weakened state,
Fear moves in
Like a silent disease,
It’s too weak to fight.
The cracks grow visible,
It’s leaking, weeping.
Fading
Empty
Dawn Illsley
Dawn's Chronicles 