The Miriam Jacobs Times

When Depression Tempts

Miriam l. jacobs — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 09:06:28 GMT

As my brown eyes open
I feel that coping
with today is hopeless..
Such a dark word.
Then, suddenly I heard
a sound from
my window.
Yawning, stretching,
heading to the pane
Clearing the cobwebs from
my brain and
Staring into the
sunshine,
I can't complain...
There He is!
My little bird,
the one who heard
my heart drop..
Came to sing a song of Spring
tweet, cling, and ping
What a precious little thing!
My heart lifts and I feel
grateful, refreshed,
and truly blessed!
Tempted by moments
of low depression;
Feeling abandoned,
an old obsession...
Friends come and go,
People do move on
but my little bird tells me
I am not alone
Sing birdie sing!
Songs of light and love!
Share with me
your secret
to keep your pretty song
Amazing and Strong..
Believe and leave
Negative thoughts
Buried in the ground
Turning frowns around
Making the best of the worst...
I can do this!
For life I thirst!
For love I freely give
and today
I am happy that I live
Sober and free!
Now I decree that depression
Will not
Overtake me!
Believe!

Bio

Miriam l. jacobs — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 09:27:52 GMT

Miriam L. Jacobs was born in Flushing, New York in March 1960. The fourth of five children, she excelled in school using her talent for writing as a way to cope with a difficult life, dysfunctional family, and social stresses. The compiler of the notable and empowering Ferris Wheel Series has dedicated her life to reaching out her hand to help others through her literary endeavors. Her first published poem was in 1978 in the Jabberwocky Literary Magazine when a senior in high school.

She began writing to raise public awareness when her first grandchild, Candace Chantel Battiste, was born in 1999 with a rare skin condition known as Giant Congenital Nevus. Author Jacobs wrote My Name is Not Monkey Girl, first released in June 2007, as a tool to promote compassion, and tolerance, as well as to raise awareness and funds for her granddaughter's continuing facial reconstructive surgeries.

In 2008, Author Jacobs released her debut novel, The RestStop: Jeff and Jeanine, a deeply haunting, fast-paced psychological thriller. She is currently writing part one of her memoir, I No Longer Color My Hair, expected for release in late 2009.

Dare to dream, and dream big!

Dear Sunset

Miriam l. jacobs — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 08:09:55 GMT

Today was most exquisite as

I took time to stop

To visit with some friends

From ‘round the way

How they added joy to my day!

I love just catching up

With those who fill my cup

With love

And simple fun filled events

All of which are sent from above.

Oh sunset, dear sunset,

As I spied you going down,

The reds and blues,

Your colorful hues added a spark to my day.

I never felt this way!

Until I started to see the

True and heavenly

Beauty

In a simple sunset.

You are glorious and yet

I am no longer sad

Like I was when I lost

My dad.

Sunsets haunted me then

Because he died at six ten

And, I remember that on every

nightfall

It was a time to call

On everything I could to save me

From the ghosts of my past,

So chilling and haunting

Those dark nights did last.

Then one day

An angel came my way

And made me sit

And watch with it

As the sun was going down

Almost touching the ground

With embers of the

Brightest red

For once I did not think of the dead

Just the sheer beauty of the sun

When His day is done

And oh how freeing it was... and still is.

Free to Be...

Miriam l. jacobs — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 07:44:31 GMT

~ Free to Be ~

Most of my life

I had to hide my feelings

Cry my feelings,

Inside my feelings

Fearing the judgment of critics

Imagined

Who were they to judge me

Yet I cringed

And I ducked,

Hiding from myself

Until I lost myself

Trying to live for others

As I hid the true me

Who I wanted to be...

Over time,

I truly disappeared

Hiding in the shadows in

The bottom of a bottle,

In the arms of men

And in the

Maze of cobwebs

Inside my head

No longer fearing

The naysayers and the haters

Those who chose

To bark at the moon,

Pointing fingers and

Spreading gloom

Just let me be

Free

To be me

I am who i am

No more, no less

Scrambling to live my life

With a plan, His plan

Not your plan,

Not even my own

I emerged from the shadows,

Gloriously!

Yes, it took a long time

And I love the real me

The one He revealed

I won't

I can't

I said, I will not

And I cannot...

I refuse to be

Chased back to a place

Where

I can no longer be

Free

To be, me

Who are you to judge me?

When I Think of You

Miriam l. jacobs — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 00:32:13 GMT

When I think of you
a thousand lightening bolts
Pierce my heart
Touching me to my very core
Rainbows glow brightly
on the cloudiest days
Palpitating beats...
My heart
Races to remain steady
the skin on my face
Glows
Out of control
Like irridescent lightbulbs
Warming me from within
Oh, when I think of you
Sunflowers replace my pupils,
My eyes shine brighter;
You have stolen
My heart!
My body craves attention
That only you can give
Touch me gently, Sweetheart,
Hold me tightly and
Embrace my soul
Love me tenderly; it's you I adore!
Your love is like a gentle
Flowing mountain stream
That courses from my
Head to the tips of my toes
Smitten, my love,
Stay with me
Forever
Permanently holding me,
Never let me go...
When I think of you
I am lost in
Love's haze, your sunlight
Radiates every part of my life
You brighten my world
Brilliantly
Eminating from my flesh
I am lost in the strength and
Safety of your hugs
When I think of you
Fluttering eyelashes
Brush my tears away
Tears of pleasure,
Tears of passion,
Tears of pure undiluted love!
This is what you do
When I think of you.