I don’t believe in new beginnings. We can strive to put the past behind us and move forward one step at a time. We can try to put distance between those moments of trauma and try to live again but… pain doesn’t die. Have you ever been told that you need to just get over…
Fading pictures Filled with ghosts Cracks Over faces Folding shadows Erasing time I can’t remember The hunger How it felt Or the pain How it hurt The faces smiling With eyes Full Of broken glass Shanks Sharpened And waiting For my future self To reminisce Before going in For the kill
Weakness crashes like fog All around me, following Outlines that look too much Like pains I took time to hide Sadness from yesterday Bleeding into the rainbows I made the effort to paint on walls That will just be covered Like graffiti on another day Slumbering inside myself Holding words too heavy To carry to…
Kicked at the corners of eyes Blind spots creating madness Their names cross hearts Like razors cutting the throats Of hand holding paper dolls Spending time spinning wild Cradling tendencies focused On the abscesses in their minds They holds the answers, hon If you like all your answers spun They’ll weave sorrowful stories Drawing an…
My dearest little one Your struggles Will be my struggles Your heartache Sorrow and despair Will burden me as well I will be with you To help you through them As they strengthen you As they mold you Into the strong woman I pray you will be For now though You can hold my hand…
He captured me and held me before I even knew to struggle. He held me enslaved inside words that tied me up and restricted my senses. I was bound happily feeling the comfort of my captivity. As long as I was imprisoned with him… my master, I was safe; I was content. He had a…
He lied to her More than once Over and over again One lie…two lie…three lie All of it a series of useless lies Then there was another man, smart He was most clever and seemed genuine But seemed is another word for an illusion right And then there are those caught up in…
I sit listening to my tears Like rainfall adding to a flood I sit visiting them Wading through them Listening to each one of them Stories of heartache and truth Some brought to life by despair Some cry of loneliness Betrayal, bitterness, and anger Still others jealousy Love found then lost They gather unashamed In pools of wistfulness Each…
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