Hello everyone , we are now getting close to ending the first month of 2020.

Today it rained , so much better than the snow that would normally fall.

An odd start this January , but could I or we expect anything less ?

I rather arduous month to be sure , not the way I had hoped to start the new year.

That brings me to mention a couple of things. 

Many people suffer from what society calls mental illness. I however suggest many do not , at least not in the form of psychosis and complete madness that many people equate and encapsulate with mental disorders.

There are many reasons why a person might be what society calls mentally ill , however they are able to go about there day , running errands , cooking meals , many work to support the many hobbies and likes of life they enjoy just like anyone else .

Surely you must now be thinking if a person can do all that , how can they be called mentally ill ?

We need to eliminate a generalized term for those who suffer in silence , for they are not mentally ill , 

but rather they are Emotionally Ill. 

All we need is so easy , yet so hard for many to do.

Ask questions ! Most people suffering from anxiety and or depression would love a chance to talk about it without having to pay to do so.  A soft spoken hello could easily blossom into a life long friendship.

If you are out and about , and notice someone who seems to be in emotional distress , please take the time to approach them in kindness and respect and simply ask ‘ are you ok ? ‘ 

Three words , easy words , yet they carry with them the hopes of all man and woman kind.

With that I offer you ‘ What ? Never-Evermore ‘ . This verse I wrote last night in a moment of generalized discord within my mind. I had no idea this was going to be the end result.

What started out as checking my evening mail , turned into a need to write and with that need came the verse I wrote to help ease a weary mind and tired soul.

So often what you have read and will read comes from a moments notice , a simple act of

typing what my brain wants to see. 

So does this mean I am crazy ?  I would have to retort , it means I feel more than most.

Gaudi designed , van Gogh painted and Gary writes.

Please enjoy with light of heart and an open mind ,  and I`ll see you next time on Dreamers Place.

What ? Never-Evermore 

What Does This Mean ?

When you listen to a song , what happens ?

When you smell something from long ago , what do you feel ?

When you close your eyes and see wondrous views of colorful hues , what does it mean ?

Songs of verses , songs of hearts and loves , never apart from where we belong.

The fragrant wisp of so long ago , knocking at your senses door , I want more.

Eyes too weary to view all the colors and hues you view , but were able too anyway.

So … ,  what does this mean ?

A voice from long ago reaches to your very soul as if to say , where you been ?

A flower blooms in the dark and cold winters night , but not outside , but clear of sight.

Eyes think younger now , they see what others refuse to view.

There are many now , , from where we no not where , but they are here.

We have all heard the music play , we have all scented the fragrant flower , 

we caught a better view.

Nights falls and with it a lull of silence .

The pedals of the flower have retreated from view , but only to save there hue.

The scent of a love gone bye , but not so long ago forgotten .

We are who we are , and there is nothing more to do today.

But , …

The light of a new day shall shine the darkness away , far from view.

All that was sleeping in colorful hues , now comes into glorious sight

Noise , O - what joyful noise , can it be ? it must be , and finally it has begun.

One volley shot , one last blow beneath the mast , we fight this wondrous battle.

Victoriously fought , struggles were many , but casualties were few , this time.

How can this be , going from one to another without thought or reason ?

The joyful , wondrous mind of the anxious soul , just wait for the next round .

What have we found , can not be but must be , so we gaze and wonder.

For evermore.

Anxious , depressed and lonely still the night robs our thoughts.

We can only hope the some day  , 

Nevermore.

© Gary Stanton Ingerson

January 25th , 2020