Triggers with depression and trauma are everywhere. Accepting them into your daily life is tricky. Sunlight marks my memory thoroughly. Just another journey to be one.
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https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2025/12/03/i-cant-change-the-sunlight-2/
I Can’t Change the Sunlight
First, it was the beams between dust,
highlighting particles dancing
in my parent’s basement
with chocolate carpet and an eyebrow window.
Where we, old friends and lovers,
would swap dreams and desires
until you tearfully realized I couldn’t do anything
but wrestle with my depression.
Then, rays of it glittering in jeweled reflections
during our honeymoon
on an emerald lagoon, with tropic tips, and
bows of sand being plucked by Key Largo waves.
That sediment could never be a keep or castle,
it was too broken, fragmented,
and fragile to form any support.
Just like us.
Next was the morning slanting through
the bay window over the couch of our old house.
A theater seat for our fights, screaming, throwing, thrashing,
and every detail of my unending depression.
You, my son, are on my lap, asleep, an infant.
I’m crying, and the tears sting your forehead.
I wipe them away, my trauma baptism,
I have an endless supply.
This stardust anchor falling through time
and space, cracking the earth’s atmosphere,
honing our existence, growing our cells,
is a cosmic stake piercing my heart.
It will not end me. I’m always undead.
Worse, it reminds me honestly
that this daylight trigger
will always be there
as long as I am.
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Why This Poem Is Becoming Canada’s Most Talked-About Piece in 2025? 🇨🇦
Because this Poem that Captures the Heart of Every Canadian Soul"
The Cast Iron Star
My father’s hoarding heart
is bending bricks in his garage
creasing the foundation, turning
his house downward,
closer to the pit
he clawed out from.
At first, just artifacts
bits of his past lives
recovered from dead family.
Immortalized in tins, boxes,
bins, stacks, and piles in his office,
study, backroom, and garages.
My mother would whisper
that he’d always be this way
perpetually holding, gathering, keeping
things for the future, or to anchor the past
a ship adrift in trauma and loss,
without a compass or map.
I stare at that cast-iron bathtub,
the 600 pound invertebrate
bulging out of this house’s spine.
Another shadow added to his grief silhouette
a mixed-media of material requiems
to his past and present.
I know that when he dies
it’ll still be here.
I don’t have the strength to move it.
How could I pluck his favorite constellation
of its most beloved star?
For him,
it’ll always lead home.
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I wrote this poem about my father's struggles with hoarding throughout his life. It comes and goes, and the more I learn about my own trauma, the more I see his hoarding reflected in his. Enjoy.
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https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2025/11/26/the-cast-iron-star-2/
Poem of the Day: "Rainbird" #poetry #poem #poemoftheday
Poem of the Day: "Mindful Note" #poetry #poem #poemoftheday
Poem of the Day: "Auburn Beast" #poetry #poem #poemoftheday
Poem of the Day: "Ode to Caffeine" #poetry #poem #poemoftheday
Read my poem “Kindness”
Give me trauma on a blackboard
I’ll glitter all its owls and tentacles
encircling and stamping the
freakish and rancid record we
have etched on the atoms of our reality.
Afterall, we all shatter, hurt, and harm.
Life is an appalling confectioner of pain.
We do it minutely and majorly
tying these cruel ribbons
together over our own coffin.
When the good and kind happens,
those cerulean clouds hanging
on the smeared edge of a Bob Ross painting
we wonder how to feel, breathe, and act,
as if happiness were the vaguest whisper.
We’re always nurturing doubt,
a mandrake necktie perpetually tightened
by anyone at any moment of any time.
It isn’t nemesis specific
but a negative, shapeshifting terrain.
I’m so proficient at the dark
it’s my tallest city, a hades overpopulated.
The rain-colored afternoon is always preferred
and when the system splits and
the jailed trees bloom
I don’t know what to do.
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England is a cup of tea. France, a wheel of ripened brie. Greece, a short, squat olive tree. America is a gun. Japan is a thermal spring. Scotland is a highland fling. Oh, better to be anything than America as a gun. //Brian Bilston #poemoftheday
Murder of #crows
In lands beyond the fading veil,
Where #shadows bleed, light turns pale
A #murder stalks on wings of night
That hide their true #demonic might.
A #queen of carrion, pale and grand
Who holds a scepter in her claw-like hand
A #devil perched on #bone #white thorn
Where every sunrise #dies unborn.
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The poetry foundation’s poem of the day is a good one today for practitioners of tsundoku like me:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52108/of-modern-books
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Not a reference to joining the illuminati cult, [unlike the celebrity / Hollywood cohort].
I've just had long-awaited cataract surgery on that eye. Remarkable 24 hours.
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"Some love stays quiet, just to keep the other breathing."
#ToKeepLoveBreathing
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#UnseenSacrifices
#PoemOfTheDay
#LoveInSilence
#EmotionalWriting
#NatureAsMetaphor
#HealingThroughWords
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#QuietLove
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#LettingGoWithLove
Written in 2022, “I Forgive You” is a intensely personal poem about releasing shame, forgiving the past, and learning to love yourself again. A quiet and powerful letter to the inner child—the one who carried too much, too soon. This piece speaks to the strength it takes to survive and the grace it takes to heal. We are still here. Broken, but loved. Always. #IForgiveYou #HealingWithJesus #FaithOverFear #PoemOfTheDay #StillHere #SkellyWrites #fabricthatmademe
https://fabricthatmademe.com/2025/06/18/the-letter-of-love-i-forgive-you/
Sometimes, peeling off the pressure to be 'the best' is the bravest thing you can do.
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