Walter D.Witherspoon
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The rest of your life could end tomorrow live it the best today
~Walter D.Witherspoon
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Nightmares in my bedroom. Content Warning.
The room I slept in and never felt good,I just Stayed because It's the only roof I knew and was sent to as a kid I never had any time to be a kid just time as an adult. Every room was like sitting in a room with the one light on like I was under the surgery table But it wasn't tools cutting me open it was perverted hands opening and taking advantage of my child like innocents. Noticeable faces and untrusted hearts, my mind trying to figure out if what happen to me was a pleasure for me or was I just feeding my predator lust appetite? Most kids are scared of the monster under their bed but these freaks of monster come out of closet and used me and a adult toy and a kid. My body strong but my mind trashed and filled with trash thinking but of what I had to learn to accept I learn to lust no love.I one day confronted my predator and ask why you used me like this and the lie that came from her mouth acting as if it never happen hurts and hunted me me for years. The male predator I still have anger and rage towards him, they say the only revenge is to move on and become more success but I only feel I need to come to blows with him as a response to the protection of my childhood I never had. Wondering in life now how much more peaceful would my healing be if this nightmare never came into this bedroom or if I was more protected to stay out of theirs
By Walter D.Witherspoonabout a month ago in Poets
Today is very important
As the world tilts forward I have been moving backwards reliving old trumas as if that happen to day. I need to keep in mind life will give me new trials and tribulations ,The old ones I have to realize are life lesson that don't need to be reviewed just.MY mind has been wrestling back and forth with regrets,shame and disappointments of my past and where I should now in life If I worked harder or didn't make the mistakes I choose to make knowing and unknowing. I am a better man now for sure but the shoulda coulda woulda mindset I can't stay in I wont to move forward in life having regret. "A strong mind must adopt to being better from its weak way" . I make quotes to remind myself that God has made me strong through many things and he did not leave me and this stop to Go a through this alone to
By Walter D.Witherspoon4 months ago in Poets
The hard truth
The man I am today was once the kid I hated to be. Growing up without any influence to be a better person is hard mentally to grow confidence. I had to learn to love myself first and appreciate me and love what I do for myself and others. Some people have never knew the work I had to put on myself to be the person I am. I am finally the person I want to be for myself and the loved ones around me. It has been easy to speak negative over my life because of how I was raised. I love myself now but know noon understand the hard battle of learning not to hate myself
By Walter D.Witherspoon6 months ago in Poets
Will the costume every be taken off?
"The river ran backward on the day the queen vanished" I loved her for who she is but the masked was more real then her actual appearance, The more mask was cute and adorable until you see the real face of whats being covered up.Is the smile you have for me real or this just same smile you give every victim of your pieces to your board game? have you kissed me for real? or was it just your seductive tactics to lore me to you because you the touch of your lips I will never forget. It like your smiles and kisses are with a mask .This why is hard to tell if your words are ture because of them touch of them never felt real, so if your touch is not real how can I trust your actions. "Is she a real queen is or do she just wear the crown for show"?
By Walter D.Witherspoonabout a year ago in Fiction
The restart
It time you erase the board clean, Clean from filthy words that don’t define your character. The scribbled words of fear,doubt, and anxiety control your new journey. Today this is your story and your script write it how you want to your past does not define you .Todays present determines if you want a better for you and better you is in Gods work's. Starting new is making a better you even if it looks like you are taken a few steps back who said going backwards is in the wrong direction. The old you is dead and the new you that you want to be born and can now flourish they what you need it to be
By Walter D.Witherspoon2 years ago in Poets
The melting foot print
I used to to follow these foot prints until they are finally stop taking steps. I followed you until your last breath even tho you stop stepping awhile ago now you don't step no more because your health I helped you walk again because you had once taught me, you helped me got on my feet when I didn't know how to use mine I watch you walk when didn't want to .I watch you walk for people who didn't know how to walk for themself. You have steps you should'nt have taken because the trip up of other and people who tried to step on your toes, Some of them trips came from your own miss steps some of them came from other misleading you with trust you thought you had in them. Just know your steps are not forgotten you may not walk the earth anymore but the memories of the life you had steps in my mind In the love remains in my heart even the mistake you made were out of love . I can't make call to you anymore or laugh and make jokes but If I could spent more time with you make the times last longer the make the memories to cherise them more on days like this know you are gone spiritually because you are gone physically I miss you mom and I will continue make great steps in in life like I watch you did in your time of life .
By Walter D.Witherspoon2 years ago in Fiction
Cry for help
Not all laugh come from a place of happiness, Sometimes I laugh to keep from crying because as a men my crying helps noone its become the weakest part of my menhood these days . Ignore the pain because I rather see people happy even if it hurts me. I get sick of women who hurt nice guys who just wont to love you and crown the men who don't see the value of you like I do . I give a clap of appreciation just for you to give me a devalue me or any of my accomplishment, Its like if a win a award I will have to clap and my own award show because I have learn that I am my only #1 fan. I cry by myself because I have acknowledge that I have I am the only one swimming out of own misery Drowning in tears of hurt of passed trauma, someone else hurt,and hurt form my own self harm wounds .I don't know when the rain will stop but I am looking for my fruits to grow from this storm that is covering the garden The roots or strong but the plant is still dying. I need to life for the or need to be rooted somewhere else to regrow the strength I lost over the years because what once growned me is not Good soil for the new strenth I need for the new me
By Walter D.Witherspoon2 years ago in Confessions
Dream Tales Paralysis. Content Warning.
To wake up in a dark Forrest is nothing new, the typical start of any nightmare but In this paralysis I could but move my voice had no sound .This was one of them dreams into another dream. Me and a few friends were in a car driving take a trip bumming loud hip hop music until out of now work the car filpped and crashed
By Walter D.Witherspoon2 years ago in Horror
Closed
The doors are or closed the opportunity window is shut. We lock ourself out of our own self worth. our mouth lost for words, our mind trying to connect the Right words to say, just mubbles ,grunts ,and studders . Our feelings cut off from our and it takes energy to keep a smile on are face. The Gas for our passion has ran low, without any fire to refuel it. People hated our old self as we start to develop and New us. How happy we was in the life we once knew but that was the life of the world we lived in .Are only Question is know is are we living are dreams or someone elses. We struggle trying to find a new us, learning from the mistakes of the old us. Insecrities leaves us lock out of our passionate self. Self aware is a spirtual heart surgery we all must Go to grow but the part of this surgery is you have to cut yourself to open what used to keep you closed. Some of are scars don't come from childhood trauma, they come from the healing our self healing surgery that showing the wounds we healed from.
By Walter D.Witherspoon2 years ago in Poets
