I’ve had the title of this one in my mind for a long time. Just that one single line. I’ve finally managed to work it into a whole piece. 146 more words
“Where is he now?” I asked.
We eyed each other across the vast expanse of the worn wooden kitchen table, a chasm made wider by our mutual pain and mistrust. 594 more words
His life had always been hard on him, fought him. For most of it, he had fought back. At some points, it seemed like he had taken the reigns. 329 more words
My Small Surrenders
I talk a lot about the fog my pain medications create around my brain and how difficult it can sometimes be to remember or find words to express myself. 536 more words
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Annie's Poetry Blog
What went before, my shell of tears and rain
A cold and distant room
Is now a vacant space, an empty place… 239 more words
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The writers' blogk
So I’m asked to describe how I concentrate to write or focus on anything when pain is such a major contributor in my life and a permanent. 280 more words
1 hour, 42 minutes
Machination of words
Alive. With new face.
Where you can meet only embrace.
Alone. No one cares.
When you fall asleep I can’t erase.
Animal. That’s me.
Swimming across the biggest sea. 8 more words
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