I feel as though a universe is beginning inside me.
Ever expanding and creating worlds unknown.
Each one filled with terrifying beasts and hidden dangers,
Yet the more I explore, the less appears to unfold.
These parasitic creatures constantly at war with each other,
Leaching off my spirit in order to fight.
It won't matter how long I search in the darkness
As it's only you that holds the light,
Yet you leave me here in this war torn shell
Conflicted with self-hatred, heartbreak, and betrayal.
As strong as I am, and despite all I have seen,
This internal war has made me unstable
And this only fuels my struggle to understand,
As I cannot see what is dust kicked up in battle,
And what are simply clouds over my judgement.
Either way my mind is rattled.
You have the power to bring peace to me
But you have chosen to let me hold this war
And then ignored my mayday calls and white flags,
When all I need to know is what I'm fighting for.
About the Creator
Em D
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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