Writing Prompt

I always felt bad for her.

I watched him give her withering stares,

Crumbling her self worth,

Staring at her withering soul

And treating her like nothing.

He did the same to me.

To my brothers.

And that's how we grew up.

I always saw her as an equal,

Another prisoner

To his iron bars of control.

But I'm older now.

And all I see

Is her failure to support

And protect her children.

Every ...

As I lay crying in my bed,

I just remember everything that I said.

How could I be so rude to my own mom?

The words that came out of my mouth couldn’t have been more wrong.

I fall asleep to sadness and anger,

Not stable anymore like an anchor.

My “nightmare” is making me experience the pain

So empathy is what I will gain.

I have my awakening in two ways:

Actually waking up the next day,

And my a...

grab a fistful of fate

and smear it down your face

just enough to be recognized

as a player

when the chessboard is cleared.

float in the nothingness

reach out

and be brave enough to hold on.

hold on to letting go

pour the sun in your eyes and walk

walk with a sign

whacking the stones enough

to spark the inferno

that is becoming....

Once I was dead and sleeping,

Deep in the depths of hell,

Without sight I started reaching,

Until I pulled off the black veil,

Suddenly I was in sunlight,

In a place I’d only seen in my dreams,

Wide awake I breathe in life,

I ripped death apart at the seams...

Awakening

Awakening—

Drifting truths

Soon become

Fireworks.

Drawn in closer,

The more—

You’ll see it spark

In a blink of an eye.

Awakening,

Believing freely—

Freedom,

Like flying columbidae....

Every day I wake.

The sun greets me in the exact same place.

I go about my day with grace.

As I’ve done to race

Against the the time of day

My horses nay and the sheep bay

Time passes and I grow grey

Yet I wake another day...

Again, I am awake

not dead, but awake

my eyes are not open

my body is not warm

yet I am awake still and the limbs that cling to me are nothing but weights to an already heavy creature

Again, I am awake

I wait till sunrise

for something new to snap me out of it

rouse me from this dream and bring me to someplace else

Again, again

I. Am. Awake

I will not go silently or let them carry me away into a...

Palms pressed together,

On purpose, by design.

The nerves a mass of quivers,

This fearful heart of mine.

What if they see?

What if they know?

Deep in this heart,

The seeds I've sown.

You hold my hand,

So soft and light,

You whisper low,

"It's alright".

And there we were,

Two hands entwined.

At least back then

With heart and mind.

From that moment on,

I lived my truth.

For all I am,

I owe to yo...

She stood there, finally understanding what was happening. The girl she once called her best friend lay in bed with the one she was to be wed to in three nights. The pieces started making their way to the puzzle, fitting in every crevice. Her hands shook as she reached for the light. Click. The two people shot up from bed. Were all those “helpful nights” for wedding plans just simply labeled as “w...

I used to whisper my worth in the quiet, soft like a secret I wasn't sure I deserved.

You grew used to my silence-took my patience as permanence.

And maybe that's on me... for loving louder than I was loved, for showing up

when you were just there.

You dangled "almost" like it was a promise, gave me just enough to keep my hope breathing, but not enough to ever feel held.

I bent,

I stayed,

I hop...