Melissa Novak
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Gray Side of the Moon
No hymn nor tune to my soul, helpless vitality within me, stood numb to my surroundings, I drove my normal route. Another day, Five o'clock AM not another being on the street just myself in the dark what is considered morning, interrogating the meaning of morning? Abandoned in the dark my body was distant from the world. Wake up, MOVE!!! Ineffectual fear flooded down my face. Vehement utterance of the voice, EMOTIONS? Do I even know what i'm saying, my brain is disconnected as my heart had wondered. Doing what society requires me to do, while my feelings are lost and held by a straight jacket. Who am I? Street lights screaming for me when to slow down or when to move. My mind twisted RED, YELLOW, GREEN, what do you want from me? Driving a route I was trained to remember the only light I see is the moon, but no one sees the other side, what is illuminating to my eye, look closer the truth of the moon the divots the crater possessing the vision of veracity the so called face of the moon was hidden. The Black side of the moon, I stand there cold and alone. No sound but watching the world spiral into disaster and still I feel nothing. The ugly truth of this so called life!!!!
By Melissa Novak3 years ago in Humans
Season of Friendship
She sat across from me with darkness in her eyes. My body went into shock in disbelief. I could not breathe my heart was pounding so hard I can hear it, "WHY!" I cried. The curtain was pulled in front of my face. The person that I shared my personal life, dreams, goals, children, love, heartbreak, etc. Everything that encompass my world was shared with this person. I genuinely built a friendship a connection with her instantly, with no doubt. I turned my back and she stood there with her tongue sharp and bladed, she stabbed me multiple times the pain was unbearable. I fell to the floor unable to catch myself losing my balance. Hours of shock as I laid on the floor, my strength from with in allowing my body to rise. My left arm dangled, my dominant arm was paralyzed and I walked closer to the door as a golden walkway of faith was laid out for me to exit the toxicity and finally close the door. As I closed the door I than realized that no matter how pure my heart is not everyone is meant to see my vision. Right then is when I realized my WORTH. I had to reflect back on myself and understand there are things I could of done differently as well and learn from my imperfections. Therefore, this lesson has brought me to a new outlook.
By Melissa Novak3 years ago in Humans