by Neesa Suncheuri
This positivity is you.
I see my chances change.
My negativity leaves as
We speak and we exchange.
My fears of past are challenged now,
By healthy, better ways.
No longer am I paralyzed
And frozen in a haze.
I’ve worked damn hard to have my friends,
And now they guard me strong.
No longer am I fooled by creeps.
I know where they belong.
“Oh baby, we were meant to be.”
A phrase of rape and cheat.
My friends all say I am of worth,
And not one to mistreat.
My memories now are stories long,
And interesting, yes.
But I’m just glad that I’m alive
Along the road of progress.
And as I walk, I see the sun.
Her constancy shines tall.
My posture grows, my steps tread long,
No longer weak and small.
My hope is that one day I can
Influence as I’ve felt.
To tell my friends there’s more to life
Than cards that they’ve been dealt.
Neesa Suncheuri works as a mental health peer specialist at a housing agency in Queens, New York. She is the founder of a Facebook discussion group for peer specialists and other recovery enthusiasts, entitled “What is Wellness? A Mental Health Discussion Group.” Much of her creative inspiration is rooted in her now-tamed schizophrenia. She writes poetry and fiction, and maintains a blog called Unlearning Schizophrenia. She is also a singer/songwriter, and an enthusiast for the German language and culture. Follow her on Twitter at @neesasuncheuri.
Allie, you do influence as you’ve felt. This is beautiful. And those words of “meant to be” – I’ve a story yet to be written of how they came to be a dreaded gateway to a fantasy in which my real self was not included. Someday is soon enough for that story. I must re[blog.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
This poem by Neesa Suncheuri is beautiful.
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I keep re-reading the poem. It’s sooo good. Thank you for posting it! And thank you HOC for following me today on Twitter. I followed you back instinctively and your content is right for me. Thanks so much. 😀
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