She says her Daddy didn’t love her,
but any fool can see,
her problems run much deeper
than anything Daddy failed to be.
There is no love within her,
to show the world she cares.
Her heart and soul are bitter,
and can never be repaired
You could give her the world,
and she would ask for more.
She craves drama and excitement,
finds parenting a chore.
She blithely ignores danger,
when her safety is at stake.
Her child is the one that suffers,
from the choices that she makes.
I have no idea who wrote this but I love it.
You don’t see all the silent tears I’ve shed,
there are so many words between us, left unsaid.
I don’t care what happened in your past,
I honestly thought our love was built to last.
But you have shown yourself to be a liar,
if only to hide your shame and misplaced desires.
You have demons that just can’t be controlled,
not even to save your soul, and keep us whole.
You just want my disappointment to fade away,
but sacrificing my pride, is too high a price to pay.
It is very telling, where my mind goes, even when using The Daily Prompt as my inspiration. This one goes straight to a place of fear, fear of illness.
It haunts my dreams,
messes with my head.
I just can’t seem to escape,
this feeling of dread.
It’s cold and dark,
and fills me with fright,
always close behind me,
and yet just out of sight.
It follows me closely
this terror I feel,
an ominous shadow,
nipping at my heels.
I need to escape it.
I need to move on,
to exorcise my demons,
and try to be strong.
Hope – The Daily Prompt
As a child I plucked every dandelion I saw, I would earnestly close my eyes, purse my lips and blow the delicate weed, scattering pieces on the wind as I threw my wish out, into the universe. I didn’t just hope my wish would come true, I fervently believed there was magic in my wishes. Possessing a naturally optimistic nature, I also believed that my wishes would come true. Of course, deep down I felt that only the unselfish wishes of the good would ever be granted. So in my childish, little heart I felt that there was a magic in being good, and that only the kind and gentle hearted had any real chance at wishes being granted.
Growing up I made sure that none of my wishes were wasted. I wished for my uncle to survive leukaemia, I wished for sick family members to get well, I wished for the lives of the people I loved to be safe and happy, and I wished for lost puppies to find their way home. Many of my altruistic wishes were granted, so I kept on wishing. I wished on every shooting star, I wished every time I blew out a candle on my birthday cake, and when I was older my wishes morphed into prayer.
I was always a believer, I believed in everything. Unicorns, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the kindness of strangers and a higher power. I realized as I grew up and learned more about religion and faith that my wishes were a childish attempt at prayer, and that all of my wishes were in reality, hope.
I will always have a hopeful optimistic nature, I will always believe in the power of the universe, a higher power, call it what you will. The glow of hope kept me warm when I have been lost and alone. Hope gave me the strength to fight for my life during illness and hope gave me the courage to take risks and find love. While children wish on stars and dream of magic, grown-ups translate the wishes of their heart into hope.
well….. they come
always with tears
and that dull familiar ache
that seeps into my bones
as I contemplate
another 28 days alone
kind of loneliness
settles upon me
where I am resigned
to the tyranny of distance
punctuated by brief
packed with emotion