Family
Darkened Grief.
No one ever truly heals from grief. It’s a forever thing. We might go on smiling, laughing, and enjoying the sun on our skin, but inside, there’s a darkness that even the brightest light can’t reach. Grief is a constant—like a dark cloud swirling inside us, always waiting to strike. It’s like lightning, or a snake hidden in the bushes—silent, patient. Grief waits for the perfect moment to knock us off our feet.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
Happy Mother's Day
Dear Mom, How's everything up there? I wondering what you are thinking about on days such as this. You have your mom now to do you still say Happy Mother's Day to her. I still feel you and dad and Tim around me all the time whispering in my ear what to do from time to time especially when some decisions must be made.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Poets
May God Strike Me Down Dead
May God Strike Me Down Dead The sky cracked open as thunder rolled over the fields, drowning Ruth’s scream. “May God strike me down dead if I’m lying!” she shouted, her voice raw with years of silence. She stood soaked in rain and fury, eyes locked on the family gathered at the edge of the pasture. They had turned blind eyes and deaf ears for too long.
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
