This is the little monster my wife & I made for our front door.
**NOTE: THIS POEM ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN JULY IS NOW PART OF A COLLABORATION AT https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/10/04/ebb-or-tide/
A Nonce Style poem, is a poem that doesn’t already exist. These are my rules for The Snyder Nonce.
six syllables in the title of the poem and ten syllables per line for the first four lines, the poem is 11 lines long and the 2nd and 10th line are the same. Lines 3-8 have a rhyme scheme of ababaa
SWIMMING AGAINST THE TIDE
She swam against the tide that was too strong Found herself nearly drowned in the process He told her to continue to hold on She could barely grab a hold of his hand Her sullen expression, was a bit withdrawn He pushed himself through no man's land Refusing to let Satan collect his pawn Refusing to let her feelings be forgone They both went under yet hand in hand Found herself nearly drowned in the process But the power of faith washed them ashore, to live another day once more **My wife has been spiraling, our term for when her bi-polar disorder and my anxiety/depression are way out of control. At the moment, I thank God that I am currently feet firmly planted under a ray of sunshine, not a dark cloud in sight. She has been stressed immensely as of late coming from a lot of different angles. She had urges to cut herself, but has not acted upon them. I don't want to have to admit her for the third time in 12 years, so I am praying that she somehow finds an opportunity to step into the light.**