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A poem about TMS

Discussion in 'General Discussion Subforum' started by Forest, Oct 24, 2014.

  1. Forest

    Forest Beloved Grand Eagle

    Hi everyone,

    A couple days ago, I got an email from someone named James H. who had written a poem about TMS and wanted to share it. I thought I'd post his poem here. Enjoy!

    Forest


    I’m angry, but I don’t know why.
    In so much pain that I could cry.
    But I won’t - because I’m strong.
    Not realizing that my thinking is wrong.

    It’s so strange - the power of emotion
    I feel it wash over me,
    Like the sifting of the ocean.
    Eroding the sands, away from my face.
    The sand that was loose,
    but has now taken shape.

    I think I see the problem.
    But it’s covered in clouds.
    The winds they are a raising,
    I can hear them as they howl.
    My power is all gone,
    When I lie and say I’m strong.
    Fuck.

    Then what the hell should I do?
    I’m in a fog I can’t see through.
    Is there an end to this pain,
    I see loss, but don’t see gain,
    only rain.
    As I struggle,
    my emotions have been muzzled.
    It’s time to let them out,
    But I’m scared and so I shout.
    And I’m angry at my brain,
    for making me feel this way.
    How could you do this to me?
    It’s true I feel betrayed.

    But I’m sure it’s angry too,
    All the pain I’ve put it through.
    An internal argument,
    But I now know what to do.
    I have a right to be loved,
    A right to be put above,
    Sincerely listened to,
    Without concern of being judged.

    So when the pain it comes,
    Do not worry, do not run.
    Let it come.
    Let it ride,
    Let it shake upon your pride.
    And know that it’s alright,
    to feel this way, muscles tight
    Jaw is clenched,
    back is tense.
    Pain is growing, so immense.

    But breathe. And take a step back.
    Think about the older sister that you have.
    She used to called you names,
    And she never apologized,
    And you held in all the tears,
    Never falling from your eyes.
    She just wanted attention,
    But it’s true, you took the toll.
    And now it’s all built up,
    As the sadness starts to grow.

    So let it grow. Because to feel is to be strong.
    To show emotion is to be human,
    So cry, and move on.


    My pain was at a 4 before I wrote this. Now it’s down to a 1.
     
  2. Walt Oleksy

    Walt Oleksy Beloved Grand Eagle

    I'm not a poetry lover, but liked this one.
    James H put a lot of thought into it.
    There's a lot of TMS wisdom in it.
    Thanks for sharing it, Forest.
     
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  3. Alan Gordon LCSW

    Alan Gordon LCSW TMS Therapist

    Awesome.
     
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  4. Laudisco

    Laudisco Well known member

    That's fantastic! What a wonderful summary and celebration of the recovery process. :cat:
     
  5. Layla

    Layla New Member

    I'm angry but I don't know why too! :) - Just beginning this process that might be helpful!
    Fascinating to read about this journey!
    Writing or songwriting have been helpful to me when in emotional pain/distress before, never thought I could apply them to physical pain also!
     
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  6. Mala

    Mala Well known member

    Wow that's quite a poem from James. Well done James.

    I'd like to share a poem too. Its one I wrote a couple of years ago when I was in Thailand having a foot massage. I had posted this on the other TMS forum & would like to share it here.


    TMS

    It lingers & shifts this TMS pain,
    But would you believe that it starts in the brain?

    Our subconscious creates it to protect us it seems,
    From feelings deep down that it doesn't reveal.

    The pain, it is real - And yet it is not,
    A conundrum is this in which we are caught.

    Sarno et al say there IS a way out,
    Think psychological & remove all the doubt.

    Note what is bothering you, write it all down,
    Journal & journal till your brain comes around.

    Don't fear the pain, don't let it take hold,
    Go about living and always be bold.

    Talk to your brain, shout at it, scold it,
    Tell it who's in control, don't let it forget it.

    Relax & imagine the blood flowing freely,
    When the pain comes back, reprimand it severely.

    It's tricky & cunning & conniving you know,
    But you have the power & knowledge to let go.

    My wish for all here is speedy recovery,
    A Free body, free mind & new discovery.

    Mala
     
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