Quiet the Chaos, Honor Your Story
The athlete, the competitor, flaunter, tease, academic, worker, they all found time to be present. In experiencing life with all these spirits, I learned a great deal about compassion, pain, and cries from within. What others didn't see, I saw magnified.
The unknown lies as bait, to ensnare in distrust or divide by hate. Left to it's devices, we run cold. Numb to today because of possibilities in tomorrow.
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.
Interpreting sadness.
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.
...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.."
Conversations cease
In quiet ravines
And distance closes gaps.
I am Pluto.
You the sun.
To address how far we've run.
What the hell just happened? Drowning in their addiction.
Observations.
Stepping into Done
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Quiet the Chaos, Honor Your Story
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