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LIFE'S CUP, REVISITED Had I thought my heart would fill With wonderment of life until I savored every sweetened drop And never wanting it to stop I clutched it tightly to my breast Knowing I'd captured life's very best Then as I slowly looked around My heart fell, sinking to the ground All my sad, tired eyes could see Were people as miserable as I used to be For lack of answers they fought the grind They hadn't yet found what was fortunately mine In not sharing what I had learned I knew I had acted with unconcern But, this was far from the case, you see I knew I couldn't keep it inside of me All these things that I'd found out I had to tell what they were all about I couldn't just go on not giving of myself Hoarding answers that could help someone else These sweetened drops of wonderment Would be much sweeter if they were spent In helping another taste the sweetness too So they could capture life, good and true As I opened my hand, to my surprise I saw so much before my eyes There was no noise, not a sound As knowledge was spread all around Everyone was sitting hushed and in awe Of what they were hearing and what they saw My words mirrored images of their pain and fears Some were astonished, some were in tears Their reactions were the same as mine were before When I learned I wasn't the only one, there were more Who had the same problem I've had for many a year Which I had hidden with guilt, shame and fear You're clear and sharp, yet reasons for symptoms are hazy All the symptoms tell you is that you must be crazy So you suffer and hide, feeling ashamed and in doubt Never, ever wanting anyone else to find out For others might put you, thinking you're quite mad Where correct treatment for your problem might never be had Not just anyone can help with what you've got It takes training, dedication and understanding a lot About how you think, how you feel, what you do And knowing there's noting mentally wrong with you The sweetest words are, "There is help and you're not insane. What you have is a chemical imbalance of serotonin in the brain. © 1991 Donna Friedrichs |
Additional Notes:
This is a follow up poem of "LIFFE's CUP" but written about OCD.
This is an OCD follow up poem of "LIFFE's CUP".
It was written after I found out I had OCD, that it had a name, that there was help for it and I was not insane.
In 1990 I went to my first OCD group meeting. I became program chairperson and on up to the VP and then President of the Foundation.
Getting to know people with OCD over the years and helping them however I can has greatly blessed my life, although I am having to give it up now for health reasons.
Having had OCD for 45 years; knowing what it was for only the last 12 years has been like going to college all my life learning about this chemical imbalance which, sadly so many people are not even aware, as yet, that they have it and suffer needlessly. Putting this out in public view may help them.
You may not have wanted a run down on this but, there, you have it anyway. Now, let's get back to the poetry. Donna Friedrichs
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