"You're mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds."
Three years later, Waves of uncertainty Surround me, my thoughts Buried in heavy layers Of grief, Of pain, Of distress,
By Amelia Davis6 years ago in Poets
To be so happy yet In so much pain. . I'm smiling, thinking positively Then smacked with nausea. Tears start to fall while
I once thought my home was pure. A specific location appeared as A sheltered safe haven, yet For so long, I trusted this
Where to even begin? What words could Truly capture you, Your true essence? . The impact you've Created for this family is,
By Amelia Davis7 years ago in Poets
I believed the sun was vanishing. My mind trapped, taken over By a dark and cluttered disaster, As if every thought got caught
You were just another storm Disguised as paradise. So much time spent In the comfort of your arms, Feeling safe and loved.
Driving down the skyline Searching for the perfect places, Peaceful enough to match The serenity of your soul. Overlooking Crescent Rock
Our once upon a time Forever & always; Imperceptibly slipping Through the cracks Each day, simply hiding Behind the comfort,
'Easier said then done.' Well no shit. . Our emotions come with No manual, No button or switch For a quick repair. Feelings so powerful sadly
Living, Struggling, Striving To retain What little courage Trauma and pain have Left us with. . Seeming shy and timid,
After strolling through a field of wildflowers, We came to a dock overlooking the lake When Natalie noticed her wrist, Bared from where the turquoise bracelet had always sat.
Throughout life’s journey, I thought I had been lost before. Lonely, abandoned, Losing all hope for serenity. Those times were different.