C. D. Guzman

Joined May 2024

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Bio

After a long 18 years I am finally a free man.

Welcome to my therapy, my thoughts, my struggles, my life.

Stories (45/0)

Wind Therapy
I could use some wind therapy right now. Just me on my motorcycle, freedom my vow. The endless open road stretching far and wide, a path to anywhere, with no need to hide.
By C. D. Guzman6 days ago in Poets
Darkness in Me
Today I had to do something I never thought I could. An act so dark, so twisted, not even the Devil would. In this world of shadows, this prison of despair, I crossed a line, became the nightmare I couldn’t bear.
By C. D. Guzman6 days ago in Poets
Dreaming of Freedom
I crave the day I can walk outside, feel the fresh breeze, where dreams reside. To sit on my porch, and watch the dawn. Over my own land, where the night is gone.
By C. D. Guzman6 days ago in Poets
Fighting Night & Day
This is only my second week, yet I've been in seven fights. My hands hurt, my ribs ache, but I still stand, ready for more nights. Each day’s a battle, each night a test, but I'm still the one walking away, proving I'm the best.
By C. D. Guzman7 days ago in Poets
Stories Intertwined
I share this cell with an old white man, whose weary eyes reflect a broken plan. He sits in silence, doing time, for defending his kin from a monstrous crime.
By C. D. Guzman7 days ago in Poets
The Cycle
I scare myself by the man I am becoming. A shadowed reflection, dark and numbing. Mostly scared that once I am free, I won’t find the path to who I want to be.
By C. D. Guzman7 days ago in Poets
My Maria
To my Maria, my love, my light, It pains me deeply, in this endless night. Knowing our daughter, so innocent, so dear, will grow her first ten years without me near.
By C. D. Guzman7 days ago in Poets
First Day
Today I arrived at my new home, my cell. A place where shadows of fear and despair dwell. My heart races, a storm I cannot show. Scared to my core, yet outwardly stoic, slow.
By C. D. Guzman7 days ago in Poets
Exploring Faith
I still wonder why you beat me, Dad, Just for going to church, was it so bad? With friends I went, curious and free. To see their faith, what harm could be?
By C. D. Guzman8 days ago in Poets
Quiet of this Cell
In the quiet of this cell, I trace my past, A shadowed boy, with laughter meant to last. Echoes of joy in the corridors of time, now fade to whispers, muted chime.
By C. D. Guzman8 days ago in Poets
Echoes of War
In the battlefield's grim and somber fold, A young man fought, his heart both brave and bold. The night was fierce, the gunfire wild and bright,
By C. D. Guzman10 days ago in Poets
Reclaiming the Rod
Today was bliss, a day of skies so wide. First time in twenty years, I fished with pride. Freed from shadows that clung to my soul.
By C. D. Guzman10 days ago in Poets