Blank canvas she's become
No darkness, but no dawn
No sunlight in the sky
She's unremarkable
The echo of a voice
A memory in your mind
What happened to the girl
Who one day shone so bright
She sits back, smiling
Shows up, but like a fog
She's gone before you feel
The brightness of the sun
She watches from afar
Tries to get comfortable
She lays colors aside
She used to love them so
When doors shut, she retreats
Further inside herself
Cries to her loving God
The only One who cares
She's lost, quiet and sad
Feels unworthy of love
What's truth now? What's a lie?
She's unremarkable.
He tells her that she's loved
She only feels the pain
There's hope, He promises
She can't feel past her skin
She sang once, all the time
Others enjoyed her voice
It's broken now, she knows
Doesn't try anymore
Blessings seem to abound
They happen to her, sure
But inside she's a shell
Waiting to be no more
Be thankful, girl, wake up
There's air inside your lungs
It smells of past regrets
And long-forgotten songs
Lay your troubles aside
Breathe in some hope again
I try, dear God, I try
Don't let me go again!
Blank canvas I've become
No darkness, but no dawn
No sunlight in the sky
I'm...
No, daughter.
You're not.
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D.S. Fisichella
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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.
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Amazing 🤩🤩 very well written story
Yikes! This is crushingly sad!! 😢