To the Public
Not really a poem, but the truth of my being.
To the Public
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 28, 2011
When I write the words just flow. I get an inspiration or a thought and have to write it down.
Why, I do not know. They just flow and all follow a story. I write my innermost thoughts with
the deepest passion imaginable and all are TRUE life experiences which have occurred in my life.
I am diagnosed Severe Bipolar Disorder and disabled and draw SSDI. I no longer have to work
from over 40 yrs in Maintenance and 2 degrees in Electronics and Electrical maintenance. I do
draw disability now for over 2 yrs time and depression is a daily bout which I face every day,
but try to be positive. The medicine I take is for my head and helps with mood swings and
depression. As to date, I cannot read many of my works as I Bawl like a baby at most of
them. I remember when and how I felt when I wrote them. But all of them follow a story to
the end. I cannot recite a single one because once written they are gone, otherwise they eat
my Brain. I am crying now as I write this and divulge my deepest thoughts and experiences of
my life. I feel better now that it is gone from my head folks. When a situation arises, I just
know which ones will deserve recognition to be told. I suffer from arthritis on my left side, my
hands hurt all the time, and I practice herbal medicine for the pain. I create my own remedies
from my herbologist named Daryl Collins here in Okmulgee, he gives me the herbs and I am
the guinea pig first and foremost for the experience. Anyone else who suffers from this can
contact me at trenton6896@yahoo.com. I am willing to tell you the recipe for my
Creations. I hope all appreciate this testimony of mine. All I say is true to fact.
William Lewis Moore
June 28, 2011
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