Kick at the Darkness: Poems inspired by a single lyric.
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  • Reads 242
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  • Parts 8
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Sep 18, 2016
I have spent a good portion of my life loving people who have had one, or many, experiences with poor mental health. I have been lucky enough to be there for them when they need me, and with them when they don't. The compassion, caring and thoughtfulness of those who sometimes need it themselves never ceases to amaze me, and the view of the world through illness can often shine a light on life for those of us who do not have to deal with these health issues. This collection is a reflection of good days and bad that I have experienced in the last little while. In the end there is always light. 

The poems are inspired by a lyric that has inspired me for many years. The line has many meanings to many people, but these show what it means to me. 

"Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight--got to kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight" Bruce Cockburn
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.