When first I entered,
safe and complacent I walked.
Though chased by my own perfect image
I did not quicken my step.
I am in control.
Anxiety and fear talk,
near they follow and taunt
at my trembling lip, still I walk.
'Mind over matter' said the whispers in the dark.
I hide behind false strength
as my thoughts are not my own,
and my words are no better.
I could leave, I know,
and go back the way I came.
Pained, I breathe and continue on my way
to not loose the steps I've gained.
About the Creator
R F K
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Always appreciate comments for advice and pointers.
More Than Just Words
More than sweet words, I cherish the people who are willing to show up for me. The depth of a relationship isn’t determined by how many times we say, “Let’s meet up another day.” Those seemingly warm words often go unfulfilled. Instead, it is the friend you don’t contact often, or even someone who lives far away, who quietly drives over the moment you say, “I’m a little tired lately.”
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharinga day ago in Poets
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley4 days ago in Fiction
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It is very live and I felt it!