divided into dreams with murderous scenes

pairing the eyes in routine to be foreseen

the tragedies of yesterday with no vaccine

just co exist in a world covered in gasoline

this has all became a global routine

shift after shift we cover their bodies

curtains open to the legitimate worries

expectations unknown thrown in respiratory

flatlined hourly in numerous gurneys

uncountable losses and a future unknown

saying final goodbyes through a telephone

a broken universe yet still condone

racism and prejudice has spiked and shown

the shattered pieces overgrown at the throne

where is humanity in this changed existence

why is this become a common sickness

mentally and physically we are victims

to this pandemic and this fragmented system

-h.b. woods

gifts are given graciously from another

yet mine was dressed in a mask and undiscovered

until I became wise to realize my life is a gift like no other

some days I forget and want to end it without suffer

hours on end, blind to the fact that I have so much to live for

there’s gifts all around me, never have I looked at it like this before

there’s pros and cons to every precious life that is gifted

the gift I was handed is bonded with pain and sadness within

it also instilled lessons learned and a beautiful family again

so I kindly re-gift without any tears, sorrows, or sins

to the world standing with me, forever until the end

-h.b. woods

#mentalhealth #giftoflife

Having a vision,

never so bare

is like

never having one,

But feeling so near

-h.b. Woods

Alcoholism is not what I knew

I only found out once I grew

in the background, so black and blue

we still suffered, thanks to you

As a child, she said she couldn’t do it

said she had a hard life and that I knew it

but she was the world to me and she blew it

stuck a knife in me and left me to fail through it

Running from my life, every night was a challenge

my life was so chaotic and unbalanced

trying to live day to day, micromanaged

ending my life, ill and deeply damaged

drowning in the sea of freedom and lavish

This precise script of mine, I need to revise

it’s like everyone is telling me lies

is it really all thorns in Gods eyes

or is my surprise imagination becoming real life

this too shall be finalized

how many more bodies need to be paralyzed

abolishing the mind to be hypnotized

how hard is it to really sympathize

except when your lonely and traumatized

Lord I feel you watching by

as I sit by my window and cry

I know your going to judge me someday

I just don’t know what to say

as these demons infest my brain

why did you make me this way?

why did you make me anyway?

Why am I still here today?

-h.b. Woods

Love is compassion,

giving of your soul,

compromising,

and forgiving.

Love is the ultimate desire.

Among the amount of mental illnesses within me,

I stand strong to fight the battles aggressively,

Family issues, work problems, to a degree,

Depends on the type of flight your taking, it’s not free,

There’s not a wrong or right way to respond, not mentally,

Any way you take flight, traces of pain are left behind,

Fighting head on will put the puzzle pieces back where they belong,

Fighting isn’t for all who stress,

but for me,

sooner than later,

will clear some of the mess.

-h.b. Woods