Being A Mother

There lays a tiredness inside of me It aches and screams, yearns to be free Pulsating worries vibrates up through my weakening spine Knocking the depths of my crown and mind Eyes so swollen and dry they no longer cry The soul is shattered it cannot abide Daylight passes so quickly as I sleep and

Short story

Once upon a time there was a boggy man. No one could see him but the people feared him. When they thought he was close by they would run and hide. They stayed locked in their houses , isolated from their communities and dressed in masks hoping he would disappear. They fear that he would

My bipolar episode

Murky thoughts swim against the tide Drowning in a dark whirlpool of ideas and illusions What is fantasy when reality is never clear Salty oceans sting the wounds of self destruction While the holy water purifiers my soul Moments of both tangled emotions purge extremes Confused what it all means The mist vaporous energy raises

Hurt

The people closest to me are the ones who have hurt me the most, caused the most emotional and physical damage. I imagine that’s the same for some people. Tonight I had a flashback of an incident involving my father abusing us, verbally threatening to kill me or one of my siblings when we were