Marie Slider Henriksen

Not Lost 18 June 2020 Marie Slider Lost in my brain, feeling insane; not sure of where to go. Yearn to be free; what's happening to me? In a boat I cannot row. Thoughts reign supreme, or so it seems; where can I find release? Where can I run? This is not very fun; why can I not find peace? What's that I hear? It's not very clear; where is it coming from? A pitter a patter, I feel like this matters; the noise is that of a drum. It's not a loud sound, but it booms all around; A stirring within my heart. The spirit, it speaks; the brain starts to weep, for the curtains they finally part. They show a love there, that the brain said was bare, and so I could not see. How much I have grown; that I'm never alone; that Someone is holding me. The scars that I've earned, are lessons Ive learned and I cannot forget; The fact of the matter; I did not shatter, And I will not live in regret. So when I feel lost, and my brain feels tossed, I hope thes...

The Seed of Hope Marie Slider 10 April 2019 A seed of hope was given, by one who came before; I put it in my chest, to see if it could bore. The roots began to dig so deep, they wrapped around my heart; Planting themself firmly, so they could never part. That hope grew strong as tree trunks, reaching to the sky, Forever part of me, I'll have it when I die. That seed of hope was planted, somewhere in my past, And forever I will show the world, the way this hope can last. Sometimes my hope it hibernates, and it seems pretty bare. However I still feel it then, and remember I must share. My seed it must be watered first, but what can feed that hope? I cannot rely fully, on just the need to cope. The want to share is great and all, for now work must be done. For if I don't protect the growth, it could be overrun. I must gain understanding, of how hope can be changed, To faith where there's no room for doubt, that things have been arranged. My heart it must b...

A New Start 26 December 2018 Gratitude is something, I try to live each day, It's more than just a thank you, while passing on my way. It's a lifestyle I have learned, that helps me overcome, The struggles I am going through, and the battles I have won. It's a pathway to a freedom, money can't a ttain , Where fear of loss and heartbreak, no longer can remain . Many things have happened, in my crazy life. The pain from some of then, still cut me like a knife. Though I know that these memories, still make me sad some days, I know the pain is fading, into a blurry haze. I have hope in my heart, and faith in my spirit, For now I can help others, as they go through it. There's many God dots, I'm seeing each day, And I'm learning to connect them, no matter where they lay. I cannot change my past, or predict the future, I only have today, for healing to occur...

15 October 2018 I'm sittinghere in the VA psych unit, a place I never thought I'd be. My ego has always told me I had to do everything on my own. Asking for help was always taboo; at least the kind of help I really needed. I knew if I said the wrong thing to the wrong person, they would walk away from me, abandon me, and leave me on my own again. I had to be selectively honest. I had to change myself into the person I thought others wanted me to be. I had to put a smile on my face, so no one would ever ask me what was wrong, and look at me as less than. I had to get what I could from you, then push you away before you could hurt me. My walls were so thick, I became numb. I lost me. I then started hating me for the person I was turning into. I ran from those emotions and the carnal worldly lifestyle of addictions became my safety net, I could always count on them. They would never leave me. I could find them anywhere. This was my mentality for many years. Becoming sober was ...

Hope In The Fight 6 October 2018 The fight is still so real, it pulls me to and fro. It makes me feel insane, like I have nowhere safe to go. It yells inside my head, tells me I'm a fool; That in seeking out some help, I'm just another mule. I know that this is temporary, it will not last that long, And the purpose of this fight, is to make me strong. I know that there are others fighting right beside; Yet part of me still wishes, the fight would just subside. Depression and anxiety fill me to the core. I can tell you this much, this life is not a bore. There's beauty still around, faith and love still there; Even though I hide them, making me feel bare. I won't give into evil, it cannot have my life; Though it tries to overcome, and cuts me like a knife. I know that God is watching, offering His aid; Sometimes it's through angels, or offering a blockade. Sometimes it's through man who offer a kind deed; Or nature, music, scriptures; even in...

My Reality Marie Slider 9 July 2017 In an alternate reality, of days long past, Stood a broken little girl, in a rock hard cast. No one really loved her, that was what she thought. In her mind she was abandoned, left alone to rot. People all around her, would pick on her or tease, Taking it all personal, she told her heart to freeze. Her pain grew even deeper, when someone took advantage. So she knew she had to run, her emotions she must manage. The beginning was to fake a smile, in every situation; Becoming a chameleon, so she could prove her station. Next were the addictions, manipulating, lying; Before she even realized it, no longer was she trying. It became a way of life, no effort left at all; To run or drink her life away, was her only call. Going through the motions, not letting others in, She felt that to pretend, was the only way to win. She saw glimmers here and there, never finding peace, Running to wrong places, to try to get release. The people she...

Sister of the Night June 14, 2018 I look at the Moon and wonder, as she shines so very bright, That even through all she's suffered, she shows up day and night. She doesn't care that comets, have hit her many times. She doesn't care that Earth, can hide the Sun that shines. She doesn't mind the vastness, the universe entails. She just moves around so gracefully, as if guided by handrails. She glides above the storms, while we all run and hide. She's not restricted by the laws, that we create and "must" abide. Money is just an object, no value to her at all. She knows the only value, that matters is her call. She doesn't dress to impress, like most are prone to do. She shows up as herself, as God intended her to. She stays above the surface and gently guides below, To help the ships being tossed, by the winds that blow. She spreads her light to all in need, who may have lost their way. She i...