I don't come by name on here by chance. I have, for years, dated younger men (hence Cougar) and am a poet. I don't use that word, poet, lightly. I began writing in kindergarten to express my feelings. I still write to this day. It is easier for me to write than to speak.
Blogging has become a release for me...but I only do it here as I feel comfortable, sometimes too much so. In the real world I cry.....
These 2 poems are ones I wrote 2 years ago while in a depression. Man this sucks, the depression, not the poetry. I'm going to talk to my doctor...in the meantime I am going to take a break and try to find me. The hardest part about a break from MD, you guys. Honestly,I don't think anyone here realizes what an impact you have made on a sad, lonely girl's life.
Cougz 
"Doves Don't Cry"
I hear the birds a chirping
singing of love and hurt
it's a paining whine
a screeching sound that chills
and makes me want to hide.
They fly tohigher grounds
when happy
and dive to death
when heartbroken.
woe to be a dove................
"To Be A Sparrow"
Close your eyes........
listen........
do you hear that?
it's a deafening mutter,
a schreeching yawn,
it's a cry.
someone is heartbroken and scared
wallowing in pity
what a shame.
and for the record,don't be too worried about me, I value my life and my son to much. I'm just hurt....which sometimes can be a valuable tool in itself, a lesson, an experience.
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