a writer’s dilemma

absorbed within a story intruder behind the curtain too far in to find escape unable to pull myself out I climb ever further in until I am nothing more than the teller of the narrative my own story shrinking into oblivion no longer relevant so that this person's story can come to life

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I tripped backwards And as the falling fear took hold Your arms caught me Your voice reminded me Falling can be what saves you As long as you don’t let the ground stop you.

Mercy

Confused gentle eyes yearn for an explanation. Motherly arms wrap around him cradling him into place, as lying whispers reassure him it will be okay. ... The solemn executioner takes his trusting arm, injecting the poison into his pulsing vein. ... Wanting to believe it’s a serum of renewal, she is shocked awake by his … Continue reading Mercy

wasted anger

arms void of hands pulsing with the fierce need to fight powerless he chooses to go straight back into the mouth of the beast teeth illuminated he sees his end closes his eyes and waits for it to take its final bite

doubtful willingness of hope

isolated, conforming to differences reluctantly content. together, similarities desperately yielding. - illusionary beacons of grandeur, they project triumphant maneuvers of purpose masking the plain messes within, struggling to cut through the fog. - permanently changing they become grass shriveling into the ground, cold from paths unwalked trapped in a permanent present. - yet the unfailing … Continue reading doubtful willingness of hope

unworthy

cruelty wearing a victim's face she slithers on the ground knowing just when to strike --- each piercing insult a shard of jagged glass puncturing his thick skin --- his energy exhausted feeding her every whim each spoonful her selfishness intensified she grows fatter he starves --- his rescue a useless key cradled in his … Continue reading unworthy

The Rock

Rocks blanket the riverbed, each equal to the water who caresses every one as it passes over. A man entranced, sees a rock gleaming in the light. He decides this rock is special, more unique than any of the other rocks and he takes it for his own. As the rock finds a home in … Continue reading The Rock

To My Daughters

i worried i would pass on crooked teeth and a slow metabolism. i never worried i'd pass on the difficulty of understanding feelings. i wished for them to be beautiful and smart. i forgot to wish for them to always feel the love around them. i hoped they'd be athletic like their father. not once … Continue reading To My Daughters

Happiness

I look past you, a beggar on the street, I divert my eyes, fill my ears with busy thoughts to ignore your pleas (as if I could escape you). Emptiness takes over like a shadow growing larger as the sun changes direction. --- I crave you more than I crave the quiet that comes with … Continue reading Happiness