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.
Do you know Unknown?
My Memories – Do I Know You?
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.
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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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Bipolar Living- 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.
