I lost a friend 25 years ago. She was kidnapped from Goodfellow Air Force Base and raped and murdered. I have thought of her many times over the years and have prayed for her family. My heart still hurts more than I thought. The tears came so quickly at just the thought of her that I alarmed both my kids.
Happiness is a game of catch and release where catch is a lease that makes you please and release is a pain that takes away peace.
If walls could talk they would be a point of reference to recount the true story of every human tragedy and joy. If walls could talk, they would show more sympathy and understanding because they can listen for a lifetime without leaving.
Hearts shed people throughout life- like broken angels crossing time- in the form of lovers and loved ones.
Time burrows with horrors laying dormant behind icy mirrors. Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows. rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
I was desperate to get out of the dark So, I spent my last dime on that bulb. It hurt being abused, making me pay more because of a need to have hope.
I stood there, peering in her blue hue. Sweet betrayal dripped from her soft lips and I kept waiting for that final kiss.
Sometimes in life loss internally is beyond self-pity and regret. Sometimes it is when you fail to see what others are eagerly and vigilantly working towards destroying in you.
The structure around me crumbles But the walls of solitude stand firm The fire within me died out
I am your time that is up Your story that’s come to an end Your regrets and words unsaid. Your what ifs and maybes. Your whys and cries. Your hows and tries. Your breaking point and last stand. Your surrender and longest slumber.
And as the fires swallowed my cries I opened my eyes to face life’s lies. I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize: to accept failures without whys and be wise to break ties and move in smaller gyres to avoid fires and flat tires caused by familiar mires.
When Death Knocks Closer to Home By Marisse Lee