it doesn't have to rhyme, Uncategorized, Word Stories

Apple

She was deep in sleep
as if she had taken a bite of that apple
you know the one i’m talking about
the one that the darkness lured her with
like the glitter and gold
the newer and better
all that shines
so bright it blinds
our perfectly working eyes
to follow it closely
the fragrance
the smell
that disguises the hell
it leads us to
the slaughter
we can’t refuse
but we don’t have to
there’s one who takes our place
at the front of the line
standing face to face
with our hell
to let us go free
her eyes open slowly
then grow big and wide
she looks down at that apple
and tosses it aside.

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transform

The haze was thick.  But the sunlight created a yellow glow all around.  She wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for except that the messenger had said she needed to go to Black Hills Forest.  Stories told about this place were both filled with horror and miracles, but she always resolved that they were just stories with no truth to them.  Walking through the ancient trees her mind wandered to when they first met.  They both had reached for the same Starbucks coffee cup.  Sheepishly he pulled his hand away when he realized it wasn’t his order and apologized.  Not thinking anything of it she winked and walked away.  Snapping out of her memory she soon realized the forest had transformed into the coffee shop her mind had just wandered to.

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blank space

“Ms. Evergreen? Ms. Evergreen? Can you hear me?”, asked a calm voice. As much as I wanted to answer, I wasn’t going to. I just didn’t care enough to. I didn’t ask to be here. No one asked me then, so I am not answering now. I know, sounds childish, immature. They don’t know what I go through. Everyone wants to act like they have answers for me, like they can help me. Lots of advice. All I hear is noise, chatter, static. Whatever, I will just let them keep on talking, but until they are ready to listen, I mean really listen, I will keep up the act, the façade of a woman who is not here, but far away in her own blank space.

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yesterday

by: Michelle Street

Yesterday I complained and whined about all that was wrong in my world
Today, I’m grateful – I’ve been shown what’s wrong the world.

Yesterday I was drowning in my thoughts – hopelessness and self-pity were my closest friends
Today, I feel close to those who I love and feel blessed by those who love me

Yesterday I was frozen inside
Today, I woke up, the cold melting, allowing myself to feel

Yesterday I was holding on too tight to enjoy you
Today, I jumped into the day, left the past in its place and saw you for the first time

Tomorrow I will start again.

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it doesn't have to rhyme, Uncategorized, Word Stories

reckless

reckless, that ain’t me
at least that’s what i think
always thinking, planning,
trying to be ready
for the catastrophe
the one that dwells in my head, so heavy,
the one he uses to try and make me sink
down to the abyss of darkness
where he has dug up a hole
six feet under ground
lined with comfort
so that it calls out to me
to come and lay down
thats when he’ll shovel all those lies,
burying me alive,
trying to squeeze out my hope,
that crazy hope that only comes from light
but you see light beats out the dark,
so i guess he didn’t think it through
look again fool, that hole’s made for you.

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restore

I could not sleep. Tossing and turning I keep looking out my window to see if there is any sign of light. When is the sun going to come out?

Finally light. Not very much of it, but enough for it to be morning. Quietly I got dressed and snuck out of the house filled with peaceful sleepers.

My pace increasing as I walked, I couldn’t contain my urgency. Running as fast as I could on the rough terrain I slipped on a rock and fell. My hands and knees stripped of their skin, but had no bearing on my travel.

Sandals covered in dirt, sprinkled with blood from my wounds, I slowed my movement, for I had finally arrived. My heart thumping and my breath as if it had run out, I fell to the ground.

On my knees weeping, I see two pierced feet walk up to me. His pierced hands reach for mine and pull me into a warm embrace.

My hope is restored.

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Even Though

by: Michelle Street

Even though I love my children with all my heart, I still love men too and want to party. Such an internal struggle.

Even though I love the Lord and pray every day, I am still fallen. I am still sinful, yet forgiven.

Even though I love this man, I am still unsure. I will still react in destructive ways. I will still guard myself from the inevitable pain of loving someone so much your expectations become unrealistic.

Even though life is good… and I mean REALLY good, I still desire more. Lord, why is that??

Even though today is my first day of sobriety and I know the road ahead is going to be a hard one, the road I’ve travelled so far is pulling me so deep into darkness, I almost cannot see light. At least there is light on the road ahead.

Even though sadness and pain overwhelm me most days, outwardly I cannot falter. My kids deserve better. So instead, I’ll keep working toward the day that the inside matches the outside.

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