Relationship with the Truth

The greatest lies you
Have ever believed
Are the ones you created;
Breathing life into them.

But they are all based
In your own deep, toxic
Insecurities, manifesting
Deep within your psyche.

You’re so desperate to seek
Approval from others, that
You’re happy to destroy those
Who have always loved you.

The limit has been reached.
You’ve run out of luck
And out of love. But you
Did this all to yourself.

Your relationship with truth
Ended because you and
Deception had an illicit affair.
Friends with no real benefits.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

By Bob W Christian

Forgiveness


Have you forgiven those
Who hurt and abused you?
No, never! I hear you cry.
Then they still have control.

Some people will go their whole
Lives never forgiving or letting
Go of their pain; so wrapped up
In their hatred, vengeance, anger.

Causing physical and emotional
Damage to themselves, simply
‘Cause they think that to forgive is
A sign of weakness. I’m telling you

That’s not true. It takes strength,
Wisdom, and courage to choose
A better, enlightened path in life.
Achieving this is relatively simple.

Put yourself in their position.
If their pain, experiences, thoughts
Were yours, would you act any
Differently? I doubt it, if you’re honest.

Remember, ‘Hurt people hurt people’.
The parent who wasn’t there;
The ex who broke you. Free yourself.
Forgiveness begins by letting go.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Love Letter

Love Letter

By Bob W Christian

Love Letter

I wake up to you every morning;
Plant a kiss on your forehead,
Like a letter – a daily reminder
That reads: “I’ve loved you,
From the moment I first saw
Your beautiful smile.” The smile
That left me saying to a deity that
I didn’t quite believe in, that
You’d see… I would be someone
You can believe in forever – until you
Can no longer read my words.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Karma

Karma

By Bob W Christian



The suffering, cruelty and pain
You cause, again and again.
But the tables will finally turn
On you, three times three.

Shedding light on all your
Actions, while setting me free.
Light begins to fade away,
Darkness is coming through.

Torments you have caused
Tonight come back at you.
I can move forward now;
Karma always works it out.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Family Gathering

Family Gathering

By Bob W Christian

On this night, darkness
Is covering the land.
Shadows are rolling out
A supernatural shroud.

Ghosts of memories past,
Wearing masks, playing,
Dancing like the candles
In your Jack o’Lanterns

Under this wet October
Moon, fires burn brightly.
Our skyclad rituals, to
Thank Mother Earth,

With offerings left for
Spirits of the long-since
Departed family and friends…
Loved ones now passed.

Lights guiding the way
Home, for one night of
Laughter and reminiscing,
Until we meet once more.

Blessed Samhain

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Understanding EDS

I thought I’d use my platform for something a little different this time. I’ve used it before to shine a light on and dispel some of the strange facts and myths surrounding Autism Spectrum Disorder, and how life on the spectrum affects me on a day to basis.

What I want to do is raise some awareness toward another condition that is very close to my heart, called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. Some of you maybe aware of it, but for those of you who are not familiar, I’d like to try my best to briefly explain what it is and what it involves.

Ehlers-Danlos syndrome is a group of inherited disorders that affect your connective tissues — primarily your skin, joints and blood vessel walls, but also gums and nails. There are various different versions of it, which is why it’s a syndrome, but it is a very disabling and challenging condition.

Symptoms include:

  • Over-flexible joints
  • Loose joints that dislocate easily
  • Joint pain
  • Stretchy and fragile skin that bruises easily
  • Soft and velvety skin
  • Non-healing damaged skin
  • Muscle pain
  • Extreme tiredness
  • Dizziness
  • Increased heart rate, especially after standing or eating
  • Digestive problems such as heartburn and constipation
  • Urinary incontinence
  • Heart valve problems
  • Protruding eyes

The signs and symptoms of EDS vary by type and can range from somewhat mildly loose joints to life-threatening complications.

Treatment

There is absolutely no cure for Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. Only treatments that aim to manage the symptoms and the awful pain, while preventing any serious complications.

The reason I’ve shared this information with you, dear friends, is that my wonderful wife, who you all know as Mrs Bob, has got EDS, and I’ve heard so many people say things like “Oh I hope it gets better soon”, or suchlike. While I understand that these people have the very best intentions and aren’t meaning to be hurtful when they say these things to her, it upsets me, and her. It’s like saying to me, “hopefully you’ll become less autistic”.

She struggles on a a daily basis with pain and her joints – especially her knees (which have to be specially taped up to help against dislocation, which still happens regularly. She can on a good day, manage to sleep in bed for 2-3 hours, but the rest of the time she has to sleep downstairs on her recliner. Some days she can’t get upstairs, even with crutches. She goes for regular short walks with a crutch every day, but if her knees are out, she can’t, and this has a knock-on effect on her back issues from a car accident in her early 20s.

She is always in some pain, but still tries to smile, and do the best she can without complaining, even when she knows that she’ll suffer the following day as a result of doing too much. She knows it won’t ever get better, but starts each day as new. I think it’s because she does this that most people don’t realise the daily struggle she and others with EDS have.

So please, spare a thought for those of us whose daily existence can be an uphill battle, that is often invisible.

Stay Safe X

Work in Progess

Hi everyone, I’d like to take a minute to explain my absence of late.

It’s been a very interesting year so far. I was planning to write poetry and drop it straight onto socials, taking the pressure of another book off me for the foreseeable future. However, the best laid plans of mice and men, and all that. As I mentioned earlier in the year, I’m now working on a project with local lass and author of Sensible and it’s sequel Barefoot, Daisy Burton.

This new book has a life of its own and just keeps getting bigger. Only last weekend I sat in my office putting the final touches to the new book’s artwork, when lo and behold, I realised there was another chapter that needed writing. It seems that, for now, this project may take us some time. Daisy is working hard on it, as am I, but we want the finished article something we can both be really proud of. We’re not going to give to much away, except to say that it’s a factual book about a subject very personal to both of us.

So while we work away on this, I maybe a little quiet but I’ve not gone. I’m just a little distracted… is that a squirrel?!

Stay Safe X

BobChristianpoetry

Heroes

Heroes

By Bob W Christian

People ask me why I read comic books…

It’s the only place
Superheroes exist.
In reality, no one’s
Totally invincible.
We fracture under
Pressure.

I was born human,
I have no super
Strength. Only an
Ability with my
Words to move
Mountains.

I can’t run so fast
That time moves
Backwards. Yet
The first time I held
My daughter, time
Stopped.

To her, I’m faster,
Stronger, than the
Characters found
Inside stories. So
I need to be her
Superhero.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Refugee

Refugee

By Bob W Christian

I’m an alien, desperately
Trying to find somewhere,
That I can call home. A
Place where I belong,

I’m a global citizen, escaping
Across this vast distance.
Abandoned. Orphaned.
Scared and Alone,

Two histories, yet I’m
Abandoned by both.
Trying to find
Spme kind of peace.

Misunderstood; feared
By most I meet; never
Truly belonging, but
I’ll always be longing

Homeless; my culture
Scattered among the
Heavens; lost to the
Harshest elements.

My story is a desperate
Warning to all, of tales
Never to be repeated.
Yet they will be.

You may call me refugee,
Alien. In my homeland
I am simply me. Human
Lost. Homeless. Tired.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Grandparents

Grandparents

By Bob W Christian

A grandparent

The strong foundation
On which we can build
Our loving family home,
To give shelter to our
Future generations

It’s like a museum, where
Treasures – not silver
Or gold – but priceless
Memories and stories are
Safely held within.

The people who I knew
Loved me without ever
Having to say it aloud, are
Now watching over me
As I take my turn.

(C)BobChristianpoetry