Stuck in a divide

October 29, 2022October 29, 2022 ~ ~M ~ 9 Comments

Sometimes time away
does us a bit of good
when we’re made to feel sad
or misunderstood.

Rejection is hard,
but being misread is worse;
makes me feel like
my insides might burst.

Sometimes the world
gets me so down,
but then there’s that one friend
who can turn it around.

And thank goodness for the days
when we’re given a little lift;
the burdens get so heavy
as we begin to sort and sift.

I always start to wonder
why warm fuzzies are so fleeting;
I suppose it just depends
on those who you’ve been greeting.

One friend can be a blessing,
but then another can be a curse;
I guess being without anyone
would probably be the worst.

I think we need the right balance
and to be careful who we let inside
because one wrong decision
and then we’re stuck in a divide.

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Weak

April 19, 2022 ~ ~M ~ 35 Comments

I don’t always feel like doing life anymore.
I am happy, probably the happiest I’ve ever been,
but when the waves of the world toss me around,
I don’t feel strong enough to fight against the currents.
I think I’d rather let myself go with the flow
and be pulled under if that’s where I end up.
If only the turbulent winds would just carry me away
to a place where only love and acceptance exist.
But that is not the life I have been born into,
and that is not the life I’ll ever know.

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Foaming oceans and secret potions

April 7, 2021April 7, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 10 Comments

Foamy, translucent blue swells
give birth to an abundance of tiny seashells.

A few find their path and scuttle away,
but many more find themselves lost in the vast array.

The stranded ones lie in crevices hoping they’ll be found
before the savage sea pounds them into the ground.

A few get noticed by curious little hands,
but most get tossed back into the abrasive sand.

The ones that survive are mostly made of pristine perfection
while the others bide their time in a constant state of rejection.

Silently they wish for secret potions that do not exist,
at last being pulled under, lost to the murky mist.

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Writing prompt: Foaming oceans and secret potions

Unacceptable

December 1, 2020 ~ ~M ~ 19 Comments

His words fester beneath the surface,
weary words of disdain and ill repute.
But what can I do,
and how can I be anything more?
For I am just another daughter,
a regret still in the making.
And my existence is a constant reminder
of all he’s ever done wrong.

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