never enough
Always on the brink of breakthrough
Never quite there
Always at the tip of discovery
But someone else always discovers it first
I dream , I pray and I fast but nothing
My head hurts
My heart hurts
Why does things that work for others not work for me
I’m sick and tired of everything
I can see everything I want
I just can’t quite reach it
My arms are not long enough
I spend so many nights worrying
So many nights praying
Now my faith is shaking
I’m just not sure I believe anymore
Good things rarely happen to good people
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Aubrey james
Hi, I’m Aubrey, I love reading but I love writing more it always helps me feel less chaotic🤧words just have a way of calming people.please check out my stories that would be really nice🥹
I’m a student so tips would really be appreciated 😇
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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This was so poignant and relatable! Loved your poem!