Family
feeling chained to my mother
When I try to talk calmly all she does is yell. When I yell back she yells at me for yelling. Every time I have plans she squashes them and tells me I can’t do them. When I don’t have any plans, she tries to make it stay that way. The only reason I have a life if because I leave without asking, and though it gets me in trouble it’s the best decision I make everyday. I’m not going to have a parent forever so she needs to back off and let me learn for myself.
By Elise Chaput2 years ago in Poets
A Father's Legacy
It was a day cloaked in the soft glow of dawn as Samuel stood by the window, gazing at the horizon. The amber hues of the sun reflected off the dew-kissed grass, painting a portrait of serenity that clashed with the turmoil within him. Samuel had a secret, one he had guarded closely for months. Today, he would confront it, but not alone.
By Jose Mejia2 years ago in Poets
Medicine department
The Medicine Department at New Civil Hospital Surat is a dynamic and cohesive team, where I am fortunate to work alongside dedicated individuals who contribute to our shared commitment to healthcare excellence. As a member of the team, I collaborate with the efficient Clerk Mauri Ben, whose organizational skills significantly contribute to our daily operations. My collaboration extends to the meticulous Data Entry Operator, Shobhana Chaudhari, who ensures accuracy and efficiency in our records. Within this professional setting, I cherish the camaraderie of my dear friend Neha, who not only adds a personal touch to our workplace but also brings a sense of positivity.
By Dr. Kinjal Shah2 years ago in Poets
All I Ever Wanted to Hear Was "Go Ahead, You Can Do It"
Fear has long been my biggest foe, a chain that binds me. In every moment I’ve lived and every dream I’ve held, it hinders me from soaring high and unbound. Fear of being seen through eyes that will only judge, fear of scarring people or being scarred, fear of failure — these fears have yielded lost chances, missed connections, and dimmed dreams that I once charted.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
The Sins of My Father. Top Story - July 2024.
My Father chases the bottom of a bottle like it holds the universes best kept secrets. He's not a religious man; raised Lutheran, but he finds his Hail Mary's in the ecstasy of poison. He drinks from it, it drinks from him, and there he finds ritual in his God- this my body, and I give it up for you.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Poets
