{"id":430,"date":"2019-03-10T10:26:10","date_gmt":"2019-03-10T10:26:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/?p=430"},"modified":"2019-03-10T10:26:10","modified_gmt":"2019-03-10T10:26:10","slug":"reflections-of-the-past","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/reflections-of-the-past\/","title":{"rendered":"Reflections of the Past"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"clear: both\"><\/div>\n<p>It was a desperate time when despair was consuming,<br \/>\nIt seemed as nothing in the world was real.<br \/>\nOnly a short time before most everything seemed good.<br \/>\nThen everything in the whole world lost its appeal.<\/p>\n<p>To explain how one can cause extreme pain to another<br \/>\nwith only a few words would be fruitless indeed.<br \/>\nSo know this, at one point in my life this did happen to me<br \/>\nThen my mind, at that moment, could do nothing but concede.<\/p>\n<p>To concede, to give up, to loose control of one&#8217;s mind<br \/>\nTo feel lost in a world, to be so alone, to feel empty inside.<br \/>\nThese are all things that bring about the final despair,<br \/>\nWith only one thought, wanting the pain to subside.<\/p>\n<p>Some go past the point, where it is all in the mind,<br \/>\nThat is what I did, but thanks to my son I am not dead.<br \/>\nFor it was his voice I heard, from half way around the world,<br \/>\nI love you Mom, don&#8217;t leave Me., is all he said.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>Poem Style &#8211; No Style Format\/ Poem Catagory &#8211; Personal<br \/>\nWritten by Lady Kathleen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was a desperate time when despair was consuming, It seemed as nothing in the world was real. Only a short time before most everything seemed good. Then everything in the whole world lost its appeal. To explain how one can cause extreme pain to another with only a few words would be fruitless indeed. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1856,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","rop_custom_images_group":[],"rop_custom_messages_group":[],"rop_publish_now":"initial","rop_publish_now_accounts":{"facebook_10217940033071675_2067660953325404":"","twitter_62031022_62031022":""},"rop_publish_now_history":[],"rop_publish_now_status":"pending","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[37,43],"tags":[172,173,223,246,397,435,438,484,523,527,563,576,621,677,737],"class_list":["post-430","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-no-style-format","category-personal","tag-despair","tag-desperate-time","tag-extreme-pain","tag-few-words","tag-lady-kathleen","tag-loose-control","tag-love","tag-mom","tag-no-style-format","tag-nothing-in-the-world","tag-personal","tag-poem","tag-reflections","tag-short-time","tag-style-format"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/files\/2019\/02\/Carnevale-1.gif","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paKwh0-6W","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/430","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=430"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/430\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1856"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=430"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=430"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=430"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}