There was once a time I was afraid to dream
Fear of the places my mind would take me overpowered me
Would I return to the treacherous landscapes I've seen?
Could I conceive new monsters to further hurt me?
Or will the ghosts of my cruel past visit me?
Uncertainty of where my mind would go haunted me
The risk of pain was unbearable, to say the least
Through compassion, I found strength
Through my willingness to change, I overcame
Now the hellscapes I once feared mean nothing to me
In my dreams, I see fascinating things
My fear does not own me
About the Creator
Dina Hana
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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