While something stirs within, a roar of silence overcomes the whisper of hope. This is it. The hand is dealt, the time has come, you lose.
My Memories – Do I Know You?
Poetry- Hiding in Sight
Interpreting sadness.
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Lost & Found – Used? Abused?
Should the responsibility of maintaining be solely on one person? I feel used and abused after all these years. There is no appreciation shown, value placed, or relief sent my way.
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My Memories- Glimpse the Sadness
...Unfortunately, every night became a haunted nightmare, and to survive, I closed my eyes and flew away. With my baby sister in the bunk bed below me, I endured the torture, hopeful he would leave her alone. I would shed a tear in the darkness and whisper in my mind, "don't move… don't move..don't wake up…don't see.."
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Poetry- Resolved In Fire
Conversations cease
In quiet ravines
And distance closes gaps.
I am Pluto.
You the sun.
To address how far we've run.
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Their Addiction-My Journey- Hell’s Fury
What the hell just happened? Drowning in their addiction.
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Poetry – Lost in Change
Observations.
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Poetry- Stepping into Done
Stepping into Done
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Mental Health ~ Speechless
Is this a meltdown of sorts? For the first time in my life, I am crying out to myself- not a doctor, not family, not even God. I am internally wailing at myself to wake up, to feel, to live. Yet, I have zero response in me.
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Mental Health ~ The Journal #76, Maintain
Then without warning, I disappeared.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 