Raw Earth Ink
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Tag: Depression
Trapped With My Books
in the quiet evening hours she criesalone in the stillnesssitting beside her bedpillow coldsheets wrinkled and muteshe scrolls and remembersthe lies, the betrayaluncertainty she’s trapped and nowshe cries for what should have beenwhat was supposed to bedreams lost, faded, unrealisticheart pierced throughshe will never… Continue Reading “Trapped With My Books”
Change of Seasons
My heart is filled with autumn Breezes teasing my hair loose From beneath my wool hat A river dried up left a winding trail For which my feet to travel Crisp air invading my lungs Honking vees moving overhead Crunchy leaves beneath my boots… Continue Reading “Change of Seasons”
In the Last Light of the Evening
The leaves on the trees have become smudges, merely a backdrop I look right through. I see nothing. I see everything. Everything. You weren’t able to reach beyond the now into tomorrow. You stay in the past and try for today, but never tomorrow.… Continue Reading “In the Last Light of the Evening”
Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)
It’s okay that you don’t love me. I’m not hurting. It doesn’t bother me that you don’t read what I write. Sliding razor blades across my skin helps me feel (better). Stopping helps me feel (better). I’m happy. I’m getting used to us being… Continue Reading “Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)”
Nectarine
I wish that I could take and hold you in my hand, curl you up within my palm. I would, if possible, take and sew you then into my pocket, careful stitches placed in neat rows, that I could take you with me wherever… Continue Reading “Nectarine”
Notes from a Dying Woman
Tossed and turningI am worn out, wrung outLike a dirty dishrag done its workThe beauty of youth, fadedThe wisdom of time, unreachableA tear on the cheek, wastedReplaced by liars and outward appearances Love whispered from the corner of lipsAt convenient moments in the darkLove… Continue Reading “Notes from a Dying Woman”
I Never Could
“You are more than the sum of your pasts… you are your future as well” His words whispered in my ear One warm summer evening And the tears that shone in his eyes Told me all I needed to know: I had already lost… Continue Reading “I Never Could”
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