The marks of a mother are etched on her abdomen, once her favorite region to display. Now a canvas of her children’s first of many accomplishments. If nowhere else they have left their mark on her in this world. Full of life that is eager to be lived. Sad for all the heartache and pain that she has endured.
Some days all she sees is a bright future full of sunlight and goodness with the world as her oyster. Other days she feels like life is so exhausting, as if she is in a rip curl and life keeps crashing down on her. It steals her air each time she gasps for it in desperation.
Living life as if in a frantic game of musical chairs, scared to be alone. Picking the first unoccupied heart that looks her way. Knowing not anyone will do. You can love someone with all you have attempting to breathe life into their depressed soul and they may still walk away and leave you empty.
Desiring to be more then what they have intended for her having come from meager beginnings. Fighting stubbornly to give her children a life not outlined by limitations but full of road signs guiding them towards success. Wanting to experience peace and to live a life of purpose.
The greatest fear is that love will never stay but will continue to fade in and out of her life. Like a roaring fire it warms her for a time only to burn out and the smoke rises. The dancing whimsical ribbons of smoke is all that she is left with to elicit comfort on the dark and frigid nights. Evoking memories of warmth and love so distant yet the memories linger.
About the Creator
Amber Gant
Writing is my passion and life blood, it is something that brings me happiness and helps me heal. I hope to share what I have made with you all, taking something frayed, tattered and broken from life and making it beautiful.
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He is beating on the bathroom door now thunderous and strong. This is not a threat or a warning it is only a sign of what is to come. It is like the rumble in the clouds before the lightnings strikes and cracks in the sky and lights it up. There is sure to be more this is only the beginning. My skin is hot and my heart is racing faster than it ever has before. I barricaded myself in the bathroom of our tiny one-bedroom apartment in desperation. On the cool linoleum floor, I brace my body against the door, feet planted and hands trembling. I hear him loading things up against the door, so if I budge at all he will know. I can smell the mildew from the cheap shower curtain hanging beside me, the shower drips in a nerve wearing fashion. I am trapped! The window is no bigger than a shoe box I feel like a rabbit caught in a snare desperate to escape. The tears stream down my face I have lost all control how has my life come to this. I feel my stomach tighten and roll.
By Amber Gant6 years ago in Poets
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie6 days ago in Motivation
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