Jade Grayson
Bio
30 year old professional student, care giver, animal lover, political progressive and dreamer.
Stories (12/0)
American Nightmare
American nightmare, I sit in stains. My address is the alley behind the convenience store, in the cardboard box without a view. I am anonymous, and ignored, looked on as the worst sort of person; A freeloader, a bum, a blight, a blemish on the fair face of your society's illusion of perfection.
By Jade Grayson6 years ago in Poets
Stained Glass
In silence I rest waiting for the light to come streaming through the stained glass. I wait for the colors to illuminate the small closet of a room I'm in. The only sound around me is an interior shattering. Only I can hear it, no one else knows the pressure it takes to break me. It splinters in my ear and I know it to be evident.
By Jade Grayson6 years ago in Poets
Through Dad's Eyes
This is the journal of a dying man. My kids won't know everything from my life. They're barely old enough to realize daddy is sick. I sit in this room in the back of my mother's house at 33-years-old and I am facing a hole in the ground that is about six feet deep. Part of me wants to just jump in and escape the pain I'm in. Part of me wants to rewind the time, undo the things I did that will take me away from the lives I created. Were the times I had getting myself into this mess really worth the price that they'll pay without me here; were they worth the price I'm paying now? Every day I wake up to pill after pill and another day of doctors and IVs just to get through. Maybe I'll be here for the next birthday, or the next holiday. Maybe... Maybe not. At this point in my life, that shouldn't be a question. The reality of it is—my reality anyway—is every day, every hour, minute, second, every breath is a question. I can only hope and pray at this point. "Give me one more, God, please just one more. I want to see my daughters playing in the park just one more time. I just want one more kiss goodnight. I want to get to read one more bed time story. I don't want to go now, God, please let me hang on for a while longer. At least until they know me."
By Jade Grayson6 years ago in Families
So Many Letters in My Acronym
Louisiana isn't the most liberal place to grow up. Despite the immeasurable amount of flashing that goes on during Mardi Gras, it's a pretty conservative place as far as beliefs go. The area I live is largely Catholic and those that aren't Catholic are Baptist. I was raised going to church every time the door was open, and to the preacher's house on some occasion when the church doors were closed. If my grandmother, who I lived with, didn't feel well enough to go to church, we'd end up watching someone like Benny Hen or Adrian Rogers. She was very conservative with her thoughts on homosexuality and masturbation, and she wasn't shy about sharing her views. It was a sin, no gray area, no questions, it was just wrong. There were several days that I'd be asked if someone had touched me or if I'd touched myself or anything like that, making sure that I knew that Jesus wouldn't be happy about it. Even school wasn't devoid of religion with clubs like FCA and FISH or teachers interjecting their personal religious philosophies into lessons. It's safe to say, I had my share of religious influence.
By Jade Grayson6 years ago in Humans