Kathryn Medley
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A Noun
It is him, Who has become my sanctuary, a quiet place to rest my head. I am at peace. Free to be me in a world that's constantly judging and pointing fingers. Everything I do is scrutinized, or I'm ostracized because it doesn't fit neatly into view. But he makes me feel like there's nothing that I can't do. Blessed beyond words, loved further than the sea, cherished beyond measure for simply being me. He is my heartbeat! He is home to me!
By Kathryn Medley4 years ago in Poets
The Traffic Light
The last thing I remember seeing is the green traffic light and the smile on his face before everything went black. I’ve been trapped in the dark ever since. Occasionally, I get flashes of a jumping green light followed by a beeping noise but nothing else.
By Kathryn Medley4 years ago in Fiction
