The fresh smell of coffee, bacon, and eggs
The warmth of quality time
Laughter from inside jokes
Calmly catching up
Misunderstandings creep out
Voices raise
Anxiety sets in
Slowly backing away
Covering ears and closing eyes
Running to my haven, my bedroom
Heart quickens
Locking the door
Catching my breath
Loud screams and a thud
Making the call again
Police arrive
Statements given
Punished for calling
Years pass
Excitement to leave
Trepidation for new life
Freedom comes
Months pass
Calls keep coming
Fault thrown
Guilt rolls in
Pushing forward
Meeting new people
Sadness fades
New inside jokes
The fresh smell of coffee, bacon, and eggs
Laughter returns
Calmly talking about life
Relief at feeling understood
Overwhelmed by warmth and love
Happiness sets in
I am safe
This is home.
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Brittany Iverson
Haven't written for pleasure since my college days. Searching for that spark to get me inspired again.
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Everyone has their demons, and everyone's demons mess with their heads in their own special way. With that, everyone also has their own way of fighting those demons. Some turn to creative outlets. Some turn to friends and families as distractions or for guidance. Some have to get outside to stop the turmoil happening inside.
By Brittany Iverson4 years ago in Psyche
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