What May Be
Letting distraction help me breathe!
Denying the truth is the life I fuse.
Ignoring the scars that are left from abuse!
Sitting in misery is all I know.
Tied to the heartache that continues to grow!
Ready for change yet not ready to leave.
Always searching for a way to believe!
Choosing to suffer in pain and agony.
Trusting no one not even me!
Imagining someday I might find peace.
Only then will I feel release!
No more suffering, no more pain, happiness is what I will gain!
About the Creator
Chrystal Holdren
I have always been “messed up” or “crazy”, “psycho” or “nuts” in the eyes of others. I finally realized maybe it’s just easier for those eyes to see me that way instead of trying to understand the pain I’ve been through in my life.
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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 Munson5 days ago in Fiction
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This is composed beautifully, and filled with such raw emotion. Great work, Chrystal.