There’s a moment where the breath isn’t labored
where breathing isn’t work
where each beat of my heart
doesn’t reflect the break, the cracks
I feel in my body… deep into my bones
Tired limbs walk, they work, they move
sad eyes blink, they observe, they see
my hands touch, they feel, they hold
my heart is waging a war inside
there will be no survivors
unless my mind can gather its strength
unless it chooses to fight
fight through the loss
fight through the pain
fight through what ifs and might have beens.
To try and find peace in the knowledge that
those I have lost are no longer in pain
no longer suffering
and the children I have lost are with them
that my children are loved here on earth and there in heaven.
About the Creator
Roxy Wolf
Hello! My pen-name for this is Roxy Wolf. Not using my real name due to personal reasons. One day that may change. This is part of my journey to healing & learning to use my voice. I hope this helps others know they're not alone.
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 Wylie4 days ago in Motivation
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