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Poetry by Tracy Gaddin

June 26, 2017

 Tracy Gaddin lost her fight to Bipolar. I thank Tracy's mum for sharing these precious insights.

 

Pumpkin Time

 

Pumpkin time the revelry is over

I rise to my feet and step heavily to the door

My heart aches with the impending good-bye

An acute cacophony of feelings, and surge of energy

 1 – 2 – 3 – 4

Then again 1-2-3-4, I will arrive at my destination

Calmed by the cool evening breeze, lulled by cricket calls

I put pen to paper then look to the morrow

My evening is now complete.

 

 

VASBYT – ALLES SAL REGKOM

(Hang in there – everything will come right)

 

From my cigarette spiralling smoke

Such is my new found hope

 

Once a past of despair

A broken heart beyond repair

 

A hunger for substitute nourishment

Vasbyt – alles sal regkom

Self-control so hard to implement

 

As night would lead to day

Till as late as possible I lay

 

Gathering my strength for the morrow

A dark musical escape from the sorrow

 

Down but far from out

That’s what I’m all about

 

With tenacity and Divine sustained will

I’m nearing the top of this hill

 

To those who have given me unfailing support

Thank you, and to my Loving Maker

 

Lord, open my lips and my mouth will sing Your praise

 

 

 

Break of Dawn

 

Break, break, break of dawn

Get up now, and don’t yawn

The bed is warm

I know you’re torn

It’s the break of dawn

 

A new day has just begun

Resist temptation party person

Look to the rising sun

There’s so many ways today to have fun.

If you decline the chance, you’ll have none. 

 

Party person break, break, it’s day break,

Get up now and have the cake

Say the morning prayer for your soul’s sake

Get up now, it’s not too late.

 

Got my body, got my soul, got my brawn.

Thank you G-d, I’m so glad its dawn.

 

 

Sleep Eludes Me

 

Sleep eludes me

I have chased her for hours

I try to capture her by the lull of light lyrics on my radio

I try to trick her by teasing her with my bedroom light,

Pretending that her entrapment is not my aim.

 

My pulse races and thoughts rollercoaster through my mind

I toss to and fro

My throat is dry so I relieve this physical thirst

 

My belly rumbles and I satisfy this physical hunger

What I thirst for and at this hour of the morn

I cannot have satiated is the taste of your lips

What I hunger for also at this hour of the morn

And ache for is your touch

A simple caress of my face or your hand touching mine

 

I would revel in the experience of your body simply brushing past mine

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