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Anxious minutes pass as I awaited the results of the tests. My mind flirting with all the possibilities. Am I or am I not? My heart starting beating again when the doctor confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant. Again. Not the first time I had heard...
If I should win the lottery, it would be a dream come true.Imagine all those millions, I know exactly what I’ll do? Posing with a giant cheque, you’d see me on the news.I’d hold a champagne reception, before going on a cruise. I’d buy a house that’s big e...
I am running Running as fast as I canHeart pounding, lungs burningScurrying through the undergrowthFrantically dodging and stepping I am frightenedOh, so frightenedFor they are close nowSo closeSeeking me out But thenThen there is a secondA breathless sec...
I think I get caught up in others To avoid my own reflection. When self-doubt and depression smothers I’m called for decompression. I think I get caught up while they swim in despair While tears fall steady and slow And not all moments should be shared Wh...
Breathe in peace, that’s what they say, to reduce anxiety, better yet, take a holiday. Imagine a white sandy beach, oh, I've done that before. Closing my eyes, all I see is a door. Daring myself to open it, greeted by Munch’s Scream. Why is stress like a...
Fingernails diving deep, into the flannel green. Picking up the puzzle piece, the one we’ve never seen. Feeling the rough edges, cardboard corrugated. The colors and shapes match, much anticipated. Adjoining touch, press. Angles instantly click. The image...
I wish you were made of starlight.Or found with fireflies.I wish you were rightAnd my mind wouldn’t lie. I can do a fair amount of CBTTo rework the script in my headBut it will still treat me unfairlyWhile I lay in bed. On days you drown yourself in doubt...
Yet another scribbled entry in this diary of lies, Paralysed, in this pseudo world of one. Whispers, whispers of near-naked misunderstandings, Sometimes hard to breathe through invisible tears. Safe, warm worlds under cold silken sheets equals, Dream. Cur...
In comes the windand Illuminati touching my skin sleeping naked in unadorned metaphors echoing serenity no time for gauchosor cowboys on the Pampas escaping the whispersof makers and takers and near-illiterate listening to the soundsas the coffee drips em...
I know a quiet girl so shy, Head down, she rarely speaks. She fears the world around her— Anxiety's technique. ♡♡♡ Her salty tears shroud bright blue eyes, But no one sees her cry. The corner is her friend for now; She prays pain says, “Goodbye.” ♡♡♡ No h...
Imagine, If you can. A place where you can hide. Safety in anonymity, Rather than, Reveal yourself where you reside. Peace, Sought yet rarely found. Comes in the smallest doses. Like cat’s feet in grass, It comes with nary a sound. Just a click of the doo...
I walk alone by crystal stream,Beneath a canopy of green,In hopes that I can find a place,To gaze up at the sky and dream. Can my heart find solace thereWithin the realm of Nature fair,Where Peace is found in such sweet space,So far from any human care. F...
Peace be upon you; And also with me - -- and all within me Imagine being many A pantheon of souls A galaxy born from a stray dream An idle thought turned semen seed and grown Expanding facets of self -- blossomed to full And flowered to flesh of mind Matu...
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The noon-time silence is complete, As sleepy felines laze replete On antique terracotta tiles And in doorways of many styles. Warmly the polished granites glow, Gone is the human ebb and flow, Only the shadows, dark and deep, Across the city slowly cree...
Once, a boy was asked by his mother, what he wanted to become in his life. He said—a writer. The mother laughed. But seeing the boy’s expressions firm and eyes in flames, she said; “Well, you sure, that is what you want to do? Writers are all insane. They...
Love is life’s cruel mistress, And life’s crowning triumph. Love embitters the soul, yet conquers the heart. Love is never easy, And will die without toils. It is languor and sweat, the power and rejuvenation. Love brings this man to his knees, pushes his...
The sky’s blue-gray – opaque and oppressive. The clouds can’t even seem to stand up to it, because they’re ghostly – unreal – their dark bottoms devoured by that steely background. Heh. Have to remember that. Sounds like a good opening for a story. I’ve g...
