One Word

The story should be brief
The telling no different
A simple statement of facts
But you would remain ignorant
Were facts the tool to tell
A story which must be told
Of a girl once young, now not
You may listen to this story unfold

A world of ideas and concepts
Expectations and wants
For what fits the interests
And who guilt haunts Continue reading “One Word”

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Questions To Destroy

The meet, the greet, the get-to-know.
The smile, the hug, the happiness I come to show.
Something there, a connection formed.
To one not much, but to me?

A glowing connection.
Proof – I am worth something.
But, dependency perhaps?

Love of father and daughter.
Not by blood, certainly not.
Is that truly necessary?

A heart to be hurt.
A connection to fade.
A glow to dim.
Is that all it ever was?
Love ever so fickle.
I didn’t believe it. I swear.
Yet I’m hurting.
So I must be lying.
Or were you?
The will to fight.
The strength to go on.
Love riding through to the happy beyond.
Maybe it died before it arrived?
A glowing connection.
Love of father and daughter.
A heart to be hurt.
Love ever so fickle.
The will to fight.
But was it ever there to fight for?

 

via Daily Prompt: Shine

Punishing Yourself

This post was inspired by Daily Post word prompt: Punishment

Weight. 

Crushing down upon your head. Bruising and pounding. Trapped in the ground.

Thorns. 

Wrapping tightly won’t let go. Every word, every touch. Brings in closer the looming pain.

Knives. 

Sharp and clear. Pierce your skin. Blood runs down. The pain returns.

Rope.

Tempting, taunting. What holds me back? Pain releasing. Tears unfurling. 

Life.

Laughter and light. Lies and betrayal. Pain and pleasure. Not time for goodbye. 

Masked

Inspired by Daily Post word prompt, Darkness

Eyes shut tight, to hide out beyond,
Holding to nothing, freed from my bonds.
Permitted to go, forced to stay,
Standing up tall, beginning to sway.
Unable to leave, can no longer remain.

A mask to hide the scars,
A smile to hide the wars.
All I plead, falls on false ears.
They no longer hear.
I no longer stay.

Gone from the beyond.
Released from those bonds.

My name is Mask.
You don’t know me.
But it’s all you’ll ever see.

Blank Page

Inspired by Daily Post word prompt Blank

Smooth and calm, pages etched from unknown
Upon which, stories may be sewn.
Clean and clear, open to all for life.
Possibilities of both love and strife.

Open it up,
The urge calls loud and burning.
One page,
Open and none will stop you from learning;

The essence of happy,
Fun and beauty in the sun
The truth of sorrow,
A battle of mind not won.
The weight of anger,
Never without a cost.
The facts of life,
In which, bright and dark crossed.

And so…

The pages lay before you.
They are ready, the pen in hand.
Take hold right now,
The world will never be bland.
It is yours at the making,
All wishes yours to keep.
So every day fill your pages,
Before you go to sleep.

Good luck.

~Shayla

An Empty Cliff

The cliff looms before me
The journey below left unseen

From behind,
Words ring true.
Unpleasant and cruel,
I believe them too.
One step, two step, edge creeps closer

From Behind,
A smack echoes clearly
Startling an wrong,
I wince just barely.
Closer and closer to the ledge

From behind,
Creeps a world of cold.
Joyless and empty,
Where my life is told.
Feet go forward, one in front of the other.

Dare turn back,
Sounds the whispers
You are not missed
What lies behind right now,
You are nothing in their midst.
One step, two step.

Make it, jump it, whispers the wind.
It calls and screams.
Beckons forward.
Another step.

A tear, trailing to the frigid ground.
Closer to the edge.
Whispers of both,
With what they allege.
Next step.

A look, a glance.
To over the edge.
The cliff looms and cries
One soul to another above the ledge.
A smile, so strange.
Holding secrets aplenty
Eyes, suddenly new.
A look to beyond, then

Gone

~Shayla