Teresa Mathers

Teresa Mathers

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  • Teresa Mathers
    Published about 19 hours ago
    Him

    Him

    Some people say it's too hard to become friends with your demons. Me? I say it's easy. I wish it never had to come to this but it happened and I can't go back. I begged and pleaded for too many years and I watched my life slipping like sand through my fingers. I finally had to make my demon my best friend. I wish I had other options but hey sometimes you have to go with what's best for you. He makes sure my needs are met and I do the same for him. Sometimes it's hard to meet his needs especially on tough days. Lately all there are is dark days and rain clouds. I can't see the rainbows or the light. You say to pick myself up. Dust myself off. But in reality all I wanna do is go back to bed. I smile all day but that smile only goes skin deep. No one knows what's inside of me. No one can see the darkness that has taken over my soul. I'm lost in a world where there is no light or hope. I make others happy so they have something to live for. I am only here to make others see the light. I want people to see that there is still good in the world. I know that the reason you write on your wrists is to let your demons be heard. I know you can't win if you silence him. I know he destroys you. But I want you to know that there is a better way. It's called letting it all out. I know it sounds painful but if you let it out he has no control over you and life will get better. Do you trust me? Will you take my hand? Will you let go of all he has to control you by?
  • Teresa Mathers
    Published 11 months ago
    Grief

    Grief

    Even as the sun sets to end the light of day, I know that it is rising on a new horizon somewhere far away. Even as my day seems darker for the loss of those we miss I know your day is dawning in a brighter world than this. Even as I sit here and cry over you I know your laughing and happy no longer feeling pain. Even if I want you back I know you're happier wherever you may be. And that no matter what I say or wish I know you're better off as an angel.
  • Teresa Mathers
    Published about a year ago
    Wailing Children

    Wailing Children

    I was laying in my bed. I was aboard a north-bound train. All of a sudden I heard a little voice speak. It whispered, “Have you heard of the wailing children?” I froze. I looked to my left and saw a little girl. Her dress was old. Like 1800s old. I sat up very slowly.
  • Teresa Mathers
    Published about a year ago
    A Letter Home

    A Letter Home

    Dear Momma,
  • Teresa Mathers
    Published about a year ago
    Nicholas

    Nicholas

    This is the story about a rabbit. His name is Nicholas. Nicholas always was rude. Never said please or thank you. Always pushed people out of the way. But what he didn’t realize was there was a good fairy watching over him. This fairy saw all his evil deeds. She knew he must change or his future would be spent committing crimes. She told him in a dream to change his ways but he didn’t listen. She told him day after day but he ignored her. The day came when he turned thirteen. Nicholas wasn’t grateful for his presents. He complained and complained. Well, the good fairy was getting tired of his rudeness. So for each bad deed he had done throughout his life she took away one family member. Soon he was all alone. He looked around confused. The good fairy sat in a chair in front of him. She told him to earn back his family he must start doing good deeds. His stubbornness got the best of him. He refused. She continued to sit there and watch him. He finally went out and helped his neighbor mow the lawn. She brought back his aunt. Next he went to the grocery store and worked all day helping people carry groceries. She brought back his cousins. Soon he had all his family back but three people. His mother, father, and his baby sister. He tried everything he knew but no good deed was worth the bad deeds he had done. Finally he sat down and wrote sorry letters to everyone he had ever wronged. He wrote and wrote and wrote. For three weeks he wrote letters and sent them. He then started writing thank you notes to everyone that had stood by him. He wrote one to the mail man who always would scold him because he pulled pranks on him every day. His teacher who didn’t put up with his bad behavior. Every family member that he took for granted. And all his friends who stood by him even though he was mean and often made himself look better because of them. He then looked around and saw his mom and dad and his sister. He started crying and hugging them. He told them everything. He said sorry many times and took them out to dinner using his birthday money. He told everyone he knew of his lesson. And every time he saw a little bunny misbehaving he would correct them and tell them to behave or else the fairy would take their family. He told his story far and wide to anyone who would listen. And when he got really old and couldn’t walk the schools brought children to him to hear his story. He never stopped telling his story. He always wanted people to know what would happen if they misbehaved. He then started writing a book detailing all that he had gone through. Every letter. Every good deed. Every family member that he got back and how he got them back. And he continuously would correct children. And he also would tell parents that they needed to teach their children right from wrong and that they wouldn’t never outgrow it. He was very old. Nicholas knew his time was near. He was dying. He took a deep breath and looked at his grandbunnnies. He told them to always behave. And with one last breath he died. But on his headstone was wrote "Bad deeds take away your family but good deeds bring them closer." Never do bad deeds. And that is how Nicholas saved lots of bunnies from growing up into criminals.
  • Teresa Mathers
    Published about a year ago
    Here I Stand

    Here I Stand

    Here I stand. A shadow of my original body. I decided to listen when I was called fat. And now I am all skin and bones. I am dying. I refuse to gain weight and I refuse to listen to people. Cause here I stand to show what this world does to a normal, healthy person. And I stand here no longer healthy. All my bones showing. I’m always cold and I know my organs are shutting down. This is me and I will change. Cause fat is healthy. Skinny doesn’t show how healthy you are. You need the fat to protect you. And I will show it no matter what people call me. Cause here I stand.