Word Stories

quiet

by: dreamer is my middle name

Nonstop chatter
Lots of noise
No one else can hear it
That buzzing voice
Animated words
Sucking the life
Out of my life
Rounding up the herd
That consists of my feelings
My choices, my hurts
And my healings
Pushing me
Or maybe pulling me
In the direction of that hole
That lures me
With quiet for sale
Paid with suffering souls
Longing for silence
From that nagging,
That ever nagging troll.
I find myself in a trance
Floating Like a ghost,
A graceful dance
To a collector asking for payment
For this so-called paradise
Until a flicker
Of approaching light
Has broken the spell
Handing over His blood
I have been saved from Hell
Finally, quiet.

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Word Stories

reckless

by:dreamer is my middle name

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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Word Stories

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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