Category Archives: Creativity

Took it for grantedBecause you could have it But once that wasn’t a factor You just couldn’t fathom What it’d be like to live without that one Now you’re shattered You try to go back But the past has foreshadowed The future that holds the fact of the matterYou’ll never see the pain Just the coverThe laughter The show must go on All these feelings,Continue reading “Stopped Loving Me”

Laying alone amidst the sounds of the night, I begin the fearful journey of seeking sweet elusive sleep.  The rattle of the ceiling fan keeps me company. It sings a song that reminds me of a lullaby, though I struggle to recall the melody. I focus on my breath, I watch my chest rise andContinue reading “Darkness.”

It’s raw It’s numb It’s bare It’s bleeding The newest wound Isn’t healing I can’t control what is spilling Onto the pavement All of these feelings  TorturedScarredBeggingPleading Let me goWhat’s the reason? Your eyes, they’re glaring I feel them needing Digging deep to a place I cannot give freely  I’m tryingI’m trying Can’t you hear me?I’m screaming My mouth is open But the words are fleeting  Give me your Heart I justContinue reading “Alright.”

Get up. The world is anticipating your next blow. Your audience is stuckSomewhere between applause and sorrow. Take a deep breathWipe the tears from your dirty face.Notice your surroundingsRemind yourself that you’re not your mistakes.Remind yourself that feeling thingsIs not a sin.There’s nothing wrong with youFor being broken again. Tiny eyes look up to youSearchingContinue reading “Warrior.”

Took a walk. Landed on her sandy shores where the tide calmly began to rise. Her waves sang a sweet song that brought peace to my troubled, and heavy, soul. As the wind pushed against my chest, I couldn’t help but feel like it was her way of hugging me tight. Greeting me, knowing howContinue reading “Torn.”

Dear Old Wooden Rocking Chair,May I sit down a while?I would never want it to be any trouble,But my soul feels truly tired. May I place my weight firmly into your lap?I know you’ll hold me steady regardless of the burden. We can rock and sway for hours.I know you’ll feel my heart ache churning.  IContinue reading “Old Wooden Rocking Chair”