A Winter Season

Teardrops lie frozen, behind dark circled eyes A smile painted on. My mask to be accepted in this world. Brittle movements, glitching through a world that I once glided through. A body hot from a long run, forced into exhaustion with the hope to sleep. A frozen core, cooling and keeping me awake. It is...

HE

He is there, moving and laughing, always laughing. When he laughs, his eyes turn towards me, for I am the one who makes him smile. His eyes shine bright with mirth, just as mine shine bright with unshed tears. A friend like this I have never known. No-one, including myself, will ever severe this bond...

Brody

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Teardrops

Teardrops glistened on her weathered cheeks. She was cold, and lonely, and getting old alone. She brushed out her once thick, russet colored hair, and watched as the light from the dim lamp made the silver highlights dance and twinkle. She was so cold. Getting up, she lay her silver brush on the dresser and...

Imagine

via Daily Prompt: Imagination "Imagine that your standing in the middle of a field," I tell the children that curl their tiny bodies around me and each other. "The sun is shining on the wheat stalks that wave in the cool breeze, and the hum of crickets sound in your ears. Your dog is walking...

Hidden

I am hidden. I am standing right in front of you in the supermarket; a smiling, healthy looking child, and you probably smile automatically or, more likely, don't even give me a second glance. I am standing a little too close to my mother, always. Loud noises make me jump, and, when my parents aren't...

A Day on the Farm

You wake up to the smell of sausage and eggs, and run downstairs to enjoy breakfast. Your dad has been up for a while, and the milk bucket is steaming on the floor. After breakfast you head outside to do the morning chores as your youngest sister clears the table and your dad reads the...

The Walk

The first walk was hard. There was snow on the ground, my boots weren't insulated, I wasn't sure how far we had gone, and my nose was running (which was more than I could say for the rest of me). The second walk was a little better; I had better boots, a Fitbit, and a...

Nuance

It is the nuanced things in life that make it (life) so special. The little moments, that, in and of themselves aren't all that important, yet somehow make a huge difference. When a friend takes the time to remember the little things about your personal life, and acts on them, it makes you sit back...

LOOK!!!

Look up! No, not at the rooftop, higher! Tilt your head all the way back, and gaze at the sky. How long has it been since you actually looked at the sky? It's usually some shade of blue, but it's never the same. It changes its color with the seasons, the time of the day,...