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He acts as my protector

Wrapping me up and placing

A soothing arm around me

But he's slowly destroying me

My mind and body

Deteriorate

The more I give in

The more vindictive he gets

Metamorphosising and finding

New tricks, new torment

I argue with him and almost win

But he's an expert at this game

What if? What if? He says

And so I comply

I feel calm

And he's won

Great poem. I couldn't agree more. :) We should release an OCD poetry book and sell it in WH SMITH, hehe. That way people will know how bad OCD really is.

Anyway, well done. :clapping:

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Hi guys we all know that depression at times can make us sad and sometimes feel unloved and alone. This is just a poem that I wrote and hope it may cheer you guys up who are perhaps feeling a little down.

My love for you is an emotion so sweet and so pure

A type of love that I find no difficulty to endure

My love for you is powerful and bright

The love I feel for you is better then the starlight at night

When I close my eyes I think of your smiling face

If I looked at every other woman in the world that smile could still never be traced

When I look into your eyes so beautiful yet so blue

Afterwards I realise my love for you grew and grew even though I never knew

When I look into my heart I see my love for you is still strong

The day I married I realised this was a love that will last forever long.

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Guest Freeatlast

Thus far in life my greatest cross has been my illness but ironically had I not been a sufferer I never would have met the one person in life who taught me one of the greatest lessons I've ever learned. I met him through an ocd organisation.

We never had a physical relationship but we were two bodies and minds sharing the one soul.

You see he loved me completely.

When I looked in the mirror all I saw in my eyes was the pain of being sick. But when he looked in my eyes he saw a beautiful smart witty compassionate interesting unique and simply wonderful human being.

Imagine that?

And the lesson he taught me?

It's simple. I am enough. I am enough.

And thus began the long slow journey of recovery.

He gave me back myself.

With love

Carol x

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Guest Hunnibee

<!--quoteo--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><div class='quotemain'><!--quotec-->Hi Rocastle,

Very impressed with the poem, You never told me you were greative like that on Saturday.

Newbloke.<!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->

Well known fact that all sufferers are creative <img src="http://www.ocdforums.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/original.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="original.gif" />

Yet to figure out what my creative skill is, but I am sure I have something.

Hi Ashley

Is it really a fact that sufferers are creative...I have always dreamt of being a writer and love to write poetry and stories... but these days I don't feel anything I write is any good. I am creative in other ways, I like to make things, and I am currently knitting blankets for an animal shelter I volunteer at (I like to keep busy!)

I would love to know if there really are any links in people suffering with Ocd's having a creative side, it would be wonderful for us to be able to say to people "Yes, I have this...but read this, we may have disadvantages but we can also be amazing too!!"

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On 09/02/2010 at 17:14, Guest Matilda said:

He acts as my protector

Wrapping me up and placing

A soothing arm around me

But he's slowly destroying me

My mind and body

Deteriorate

The more I give in

The more vindictive he gets

Metamorphosising and finding

New tricks, new torment

I argue with him and almost win

But he's an expert at this game

What if? What if? He says

And so I comply

I feel calm

And he's won

very good warning - I found it terrifying 

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Yesterday, during a work conference, we met a poet who talked about people's ability to write poetry. It was a fascinating talk and I wanted to utilize some of the techniques he shared. Basically giving it a go. Felt it could be quite a therapeutic thing. 

As it's matchday I thought I'd write about supporting teams. 

 

Support your local team
Dreams shattered constantly

Restricted by location
Denied by occupation

A matchday conversation 
Often lacking jubilation

A glimmer of hesitation
Matched with anticipation 

Yet...

Backed through thick and thin 
Supporters lifelong, regardless of wins.
The colours worn
Replaceable, sure, but always proudly shown. 

Represented yearly, loved dearly

Support your local team

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