Breaking Free Through Poetry
By Leanna Smith
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Breaking Free through Poetry presents a compilation of love, loss, tears, happiness, joy, and sadness spanning thirty-one tumultuous years. Every poem she wrote was a lesson that she needed to learn about a situation she had to experience in order to grow.
This poetry collection, written over the course of more than thirty years, shares the thoughts, feelings, and stories of one woman’s life.
Dreams Die
I once dreamed that you and I
We’d come together like earth and sky,
But as you know dreams, they die
Without a doubt without a sigh
I wish I was too strong to cry
But this dream left tears in my eyes
And of course, I’ll still try
Because I’ll love her live or die.
Leanna Smith
Leanna Smith has been writing and living her poetry for thirty-one years. First diagnosed with rapid cycling bipolar disorder and a high-stress anxiety disorder at twenty-one years old, she has been chronicling her life and its highs and lows both before and after she found medication management.
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Contents
A Broken Window
Dreams Die
Dreams Die
The Clouds & War
The Clouds
War
Marriage
Marriage
Storm
Storm
The Clutches of Hell & The Broken Doll
The Clutches Of Hell
The Broken Doll
Yesterday’s, How’s And Why’s
Yesterday’s, How’s And Why’s
I Love You I Miss You & Memories of Me
I Love You, I Miss You
Memories Of Me
Baby Talk
Baby Talk
Unexplained Love!!!
Unexplained Love!!!
All My Love
All My Love
Unnamed Poem
Unnamed Poem
Eternity
Eternity
An Addicts Dreams
An Addicts Dreams
The Rose
The Rose
An Addicts’ Life
An addicts’ life
Gentlest Angel
Gentlest Angel
Why As A Woman Do I Let Myself Hurt
Why As A Woman Do I Let Myself Hurt
I Pray & Honesty
I Pray
Honesty
Hope
Hope
It’s Me
It’s Me
A Woman I Call Mom
A Woman I Call Mom
Traveling Alone
Traveling Alone
Just What You Mean To Me
Just What You Mean To Me
What Is Music
What Is Music
Goodbye First True Love
Goodbye First True Love
The Search For The Perfect Pumpkin
The Search For The Perfect Pumpkin
The Way I Feel
The Way I Feel
Final Farewell
Final Farewell
A Gift From God
A Gift From God
Without You
Without You
We Are America
We Are America
My Man, Our Love, The Dream
My Man, Our Love, The Dream
A Hero Remembered
A Hero Remembered
Hopelessly Here
Hopelessly Here
A Broken-Hearted Journey
A Broken-Hearted Journey
Love Shine Bright
Love Shine Bright
Always Loved
Always Loved
Always And Forever
Always And Forever
It’s Nigh Night Time For Bonzo
It’s Nigh Night Time For Bonzo
My Perfect Son
My Perfect Son
Mommy’s Perfect Little Princess
Mommy’s Perfect Little Princess
21 Gun Salute
21 Gun Salute
Pretty Pretty Princess
Pretty Pretty Princess
Traveling Beyond The Unknown
Traveling Beyond The Unknown
I Will Believe In You
I Will Believe In You
Cancer The Unforgettable Goodbye
& An Angels Toughest Mile
Cancer The Unforgettable Goodbye
An Angels Toughest Mile
Adventures Between Us
Adventures Between Us
If I Should Die Tomorrow
If I Should Die Tomorrow
Kids Can Count
Kids Can Count
To Love Me
To Love Me
Depressions Freedom
Depressions Freedom
Changing the Times
,
Changing the times
Remembering an Angel
Remembering an Angel
Places in Life
Places In Life
Dreamer
Dreamer
Bonzo Song
Vacation
Vacation
My great aunt & Me… & Not Ready To Say Goodbye
My Great Aunt And Me
Not Ready To Say Goodbye
My Legacy
My Legacy
Fun In The Heavens
Fun In The Heavens
Wipe Away My Tears
Wipe Away My Tears
Mishmiki Roska Aka Beautiful Rose
Mishmiki Roska Aka Beautiful Rose
An Angel Amongst Us
An Angel Amongst Us
Broken Promises
Broken Promises
A Powerful Lie
A Powerful Lie
No Where To Be Found
No Where To Be Found
What Does It Mean To Be Your Own Valentine
What Does It Mean To Be Your Own Valentine
Blue Mother’s Day
Blue Mother’s Day
My Heart’s Inspiration
My Heart’s Inspiration
A Missing Link
A Missing Link
If I Give Up Will I Die
If I Give Up Will I Die
Don’t Talk, Mother Won’t Listen
Don’t Talk, Mother Won’t Listen
Bent and Broken
Bent and Broken
My Baby Girl
My Baby Girl
Fall
Fall
A Person Gone Wrong
A Person Gone Wrong
From Dusk till Dawn
From Dusk till Dawn
Thank you
Thank you
Lion’s Den
Lion’s Den
The Long Goodbye
The Long Goodbye
No Justice
No Justice
Two Loves One Life
Two Loves One Life
Behind The Mask
Behind The Mask
Rebuilding From Within
Rebuilding From Within
The Complex Young Man
The Complex Young Man
Avoiding the Truth
Avoiding the truth
People Pleaser
People pleaser
Friend or Foe
Friend or Foe
Pretty Little Black Bird
Pretty Little Black Bird
Empty Nest
Empty Nest
Loving in Limbo
Loving in Limbo
Cuddle bug
Cuddle bug
Bathroom Terror
Bathroom Terror
Our Family
Our Family
What She Wants
What She Wants
Reasons Of Goodbye
Reasons Of Goodbye
My Good Name
My Good Name
Resigned Emotions
Resigned Emotions
The Unvarnished Truth
The Unvarnished Truth
Our Society
Our Society
Just As Tough As Molly Brown
Just As Tough As Molly Brown
A Mother’s Wrath
A Mother’s Wrath
Golden Band
Golden Band
A Marine Called Gunny
A Marine Called Gunny
Changing Times
Changing Times
The Painful Past
The Painful Past
The Edge Of A Ridge
The Edge Of A Ridge
Always Be My Baby
Always Be My Baby
Have Faith
Have Faith
What I know (about parenting)
What I know (about parenting)
Shattered Glass
Shattered Glass
Powerful Fall
Powerful Fall
Where Was America
Where Was America
Rainbow Bridge
Rainbow Bridge
All Alone
All Alone
Independence Day
Independence Day
I Am Confused
I am confused
Why Do Traditions Change
Why Do Traditions Change
Unconditional Love
Unconditional Love
My Hero Is A Survivor
My Hero Is A Survivor
Summary
Before writing poetry, I had no way of getting my emotions out. To make it worse I was a high schooler not only dealing with my baggage but also that of all the kids who thought bullying was a good idea. My school schedule was its atypical regiment of classes and I hated it. It did, however, provide for me an escape from my every day dull drum because I found that I was good in one type of class in particular. For me those classes were English. I just seemed to understand what the teacher was saying. The teacher, Mrs. Hutchins, who I believe has since passed away, was a sweet lady. She seemed to sense that there was more to me than just another student
sitting in her class and she aimed to pull it out of me. I was not the only student she did this for. In fact, she cared for everyone even when they treated her horribly. Her motto was to never give up and she didn’t, not on teaching us English and not on making us the best we could be. Every year during high school Mrs. Hutchins would publish a book of work, short stories, drawings, and poetry done by her students and you could bet I’d be featured in there somewhere, albeit a haiku or some other thing she was teaching. I spent many days with Mrs. Hutchins over the years, she became my school confidant, school mom, friend, and advisor. She put up with no shenanigans out of me and she was always there to listen. She expected one thing and that was to be honest with my feelings even if I didn’t understand them and she facilitated this by teaching me how to write poetry. At first what I wrote was all jumbled-up words, random thoughts on paper that had no order or cohesion. She never overly criticized what I wrote except to say to change a tense here or there or to consider the order of my words. These scribbles on my drafts meant so much to me. They gave me value and gave value to what I was writing and feeling. I can remember many times hiding out in her classroom when life and high school became too hard or the kids too rough to deal with. The kids and life in general are not the only reason high school sucked so bad for me. Part of the reason high school was so hard was on me. You see I had discovered drugs albeit prescription and had developed quite an addiction to anything I could get my hands on. This addiction caused my already jumbled up emotions and on edge feelings to become even worse. I was like a tea kettle boiling on a hot stove. I was whistling so loud, spitting and sputtering emotional water everywhere. You’d think I’d be smart and just turn off the stove but no not me I’d take random pills that sometimes belonged to me other times did not never caring what they were or what they were doing to me, risk overdosing then I would stop or change medications and go through the withdrawals and then find myself writing some pretty crazy things. I wish I had all the poems I’d written from that time in my life because it’s fascinating to see how a skewed perception can become even more so when drugs are involved.
The first of my poems is short. It was one of the many featured in Mrs. Hutchins school books it’s called broken window
. While I got great remarks on it, I’m not sure where it came from. I was at the time being raised by a single parent mom and my great aunt. My mom had just started dating the man who would eventually become my dad but that wouldn’t be for a couple of years and none of us really knew anything about him yet except that he was fun most of the time he was around us. The poem talks about a child’s fear of a father’s anger. Was I projecting something I didn’t know? Like I said my soon to be dad was usually always in a good mood but he did have a quick-fire temper. Was I sensing some kind of a problem before one actually existed?
A Broken Window
The broken window
The shattered glass
The frightened child outside,
Unsure what will happen
When his father comes home
Tonight…
Dreams Die
This next poem is called dreams die
I wrote this poem in a time when not only was I still using but I was also quite conflicted emotionally. You see I had fallen in love with someone and I didn’t know whether it was right or wrong whether it was socially acceptable or not and how my family would feel, because they were a girl. We met in eighth grade and from the moment I saw her I felt everything she was feeling. All the way through school we were a connected pair when we moved on to high school that feeling grew and even as we added more friends to our group our bond became stronger it was as if no force could tear us apart. Boys would come and go in our lives and we would flirt with them even have relationships but I was never interested in the what happens next
scenario because I always knew it would be me and her in the end. Then in our junior year she moved away, not too far but far enough that she was out of reach to me and we could only keep in touch on the phone. I was devastated I didn’t know what to do that is what started this poem. Today our friendship is strong it’s interesting to see how our lives have changed with our choices over the years. She went on to ultimately marry and divorce a man she spent 20 years with and have three sons who I call my nephews while I went on to marry three times and have 2 beautiful babies. Amazing how time changes what I once thought we were into what we are today... really good friends and sisters if not by parentage than by the heart.
Dreams Die
I once dreamed that you and I
We’d come together like earth and sky,
But as you know dreams, they die
Without a doubt without a sigh
I wish I was too strong to cry
But this dream left tears in my eyes
And of course, I’ll still try
Because I’ll love her live or die.
The Clouds & War
These next two poems are much like the last they are short. A little confusing and sort of out there in thought patterns. In the first one, the clouds
, I’m talking about being up in the clouds. Was I high, probably, I don’t really know what I was thinking with this one? Kind of lends itself to what I was saying in the prologue with my random scattered thoughts. Then I double down and start talking about war
in a poem titled the same. Keep in mind during this time what my internal dialogue and perspective was and maybe you’ll see the insight behind the quick change. Outside life was normal inside me there was a war going on of multiple forces. For example, not only am I bipolar and dealing with that back and forth but I had also found Satanism and so the fight between good and evil were going on as well. War was all around me inside and out and it was extremely difficult.
The Clouds
Softly moving and gently floating,
Makes me feel so good
Never a spoken word to be heard
On top of this white world on earth
War
Pain, Bomb, Threats
And killing many poor victims
And agonizing and amazing
Amount of dead or dying good people
Please! Stop This!
It’s hurting too many families
Marriage
Here is the last of my really short poems this one was written my senior year and I’m happy to say I was happy it was. The man my mom had been dating for about 2 years had asked her to marry him this was pretty incredible. They were blending a hodgepodge of a family together and I was ok with that. I was 18 years old and I was about to finally have what I always wanted and that was incredible. I don’t think he really knew what he was signing up for when he agreed to be my dad but once he got into it, he never shied away. He faced my demons and sometimes they were ugly.
Marriage
Love, Caring, Happiness
Bonding everlasting memories
Making a very large family
Let us keep the relationships growing
Storm
This poem is another of the many that I wrote and developed out of an argument I had with my mom trying to get her to understand that I just needed some of her attention that she was giving away to everyone else so freely. If you were to ask her, she would tell you she has, over the years, given me a lot of her attention in various capacities. Unfortunately for me what I needed my mom to give me and what she was capable of giving me were two different things. The many counselors she took me to coined the phrase the squeaky wheel gets the grease
that is why she’s making so much noise she wants more of your attention. My mom’s favorite line when I was growing up was, she can want in one hand and crap in the other and see which one fills up faster
. None of them understood then what it was like feeling like I didn’t belong even in my own skin. Comments like they both made were very debasing and devaluing. I was not squeaking I was crying out for help scared and alone, yes, I wanted her attention but it was more than just a want I needed it in order to feel like I could breathe. The storm I talk about in this poem is the conflict inside of me the constant turmoil the ups and downs that is the person living with bipolar and borderline personality disorder. It is an internal conflict similar to some but unlike any other mental illness. You feel crazy, people look at you like your insane and yet there is no way out. All the therapy in the world doesn’t help because the person who is suffering wants instant results, and there are none.
Storm
Thundering, Lightening, and all the bright lights;
Afraid are the children, afraid of the night.
The rain beats down on their shivering forms;
Oh, how they wish they were in from the storm.
Clash goes the lightening, a purple streak;
Followed by thunder, a growl not a shriek.
The kids try to make it to the distant front porch;
The light aglow like a tiki torch.
Again, flash goes the lightening, the children frozen in fear;
The rain is mixed with their salty tears.
Mommy they cry, open the door;
Into mom’s arms they run, mud splattered the floor
I was worried she said smoothing back their soaked hair;
Tenderly she holds them, mom’s love and care.
The Clutches of Hell & The Broken Doll
The next two poems the clutches of hell and the broken doll
were written again out of another argument I had with my mom. This time she knew what my Achilles ‘s tendon was and she exploited it. My great aunt, who has since passed, had become ill, at the time we did not know what was wrong with her. What we knew was that she was very sick her legs were inflamed and she was throwing up she also had a fever and was quite ill. During the time these two poems were written I really only cared about two things in my life one was my great aunt the other was my younger siblings, specifically my younger brother Eugene and my baby sister, Ashley. The evening they were written, when my great aunt was so sick, my mom was frazzled, she wasn’t sure what was wrong with my great aunt and didn’t know how to take care of her and neither did I. She was preparing to take her to the hospital and she had asked me to take care of my younger siblings. Normally that would not have been a problem for me but for some reason this evening I couldn’t. I don’t know if that was because I had something going on, if it was because I was scared or if I was being a stubborn teenager or if there was something larger at play, I just know I didn’t feel like cooperating. My mom‘s way of handling me was to scream and yell at me and insult me and tell me I didn’t care only she took it a step further and told me that I wanted to see my great aunt die this was a low blow and one that I never forgave her for and I stormed out of the house and went out and sat on the trunk of my car crying. I wrote these two poems fairly quickly and without much thought. They just seemed to bubble out. In the end my mom sped away with my great aunt in the car going to the hospital which is where we got her diagnosis of diabetes and a severe cellulitis infection in her legs. Ultimately the hospital admitted her for several days on IV fluids and scared the life out of me. Prior to that I had never seen anyone in the hospital all hooked up, it was scary. My mom still has never apologized for that night nor do I think she ever will. She is famous for saying hurtful things in anger and then just letting them sit there as if they will eventually be forgotten. This is a trick I’ve never learned, the art of hearing hurtful things and just letting them roll off my shoulder and forgetting them. I remember them and those words ultimately damage the relationship because I don’t know how to process them properly. The bad thing is the exploding and word vomit is how I unfortunately have turned out. I guess you live what you learn. Now as an adult I find myself sometimes saying things that I later apologize