Semicolon Movement


The semicolon is used when a sentence could have ended, but it continues.

For those who have self harmed, been depressed, or attempted suicide, the semicolon movement serves as a reminder that your sentence doesn’t have to end.  Also, you don’t have to end it.

The semicolon movement is designed to help people remember that, “It’s not over, till it’s over.”

Don’t give up on your life.

A Fighter

What is a fighter?

A fighter is someone who doesn’t quit.

A fighter is someone who keeps trying.

A fighter is ready for action.

A fighter is driven to succeed.

A fighter is determined.

A fighter is willing to struggle

A fighter is courageous.

A fighter is willing to go to battle.

A fighter is confident.

A fighter is willing to take risks.

A fighter is brave.

A fighter is competent.


Are you a fighter?

Asking for Help is Hard

I found this message in a fortune cookie.

“The healthy and strong individual is the one who asks for help when he needs it.”

I have a hard time asking for help when I need it.  I feel that asking for help, when I am depressed, makes me look weak or that people will think I am a loser.

It takes a lot of strength to admit that you have a problem and need help.

This fortune cookie message is right and has motivated me to improve in this area.

Feeling Alone

I wrote this poem while in a depressed state.

I am sure most people have felt this way at some point in their life.

Pic Alone


How can it be

People all around me

But they don’t see

I am never free

All alone and empty

They pass by me

Always too busy

They have friends and family

I’m nothing, but a flea

Pay attention to me

Please that is my plea

How can it be

People all around me

But they don’t see

Rainbow Myths

Throughout history mankind has developed stories to explain why rainbows exist.

According to Norse mythology, rainbows are bridges that connect earth to the God’s home.

The Navajo people believed rainbows were the pathway of the spirits.

In Hindu mythology the rainbow was thought to be an archer’s bow and it was used by the god of thunder and war (Indra).

Irish legend claims there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but it is guarded by a leprechaun.

There are numerous such stories.  If you know of some not listed in this blog, please share them in the comment section.


Time – A Poem



Time is fleeting

A memory leaving

You are left wondering

Where was it going

Time flies fast

Moments never last

Memories like a cast

In the mind a blast

Until the cast brakes

The memories are fake

Time never comes back

Time there is a lack

Your time has finished

Memories are destroyed

Life is complicated

New life, new memories replicated

It is the circle of things

For one the death toll rings

For another life springs

It’s a mystery what time brings