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Yay. I'm actually getting consistent with this!. Connie sighed and rubbed her face. "Fine. I was going to leave town." "And why was that?" her client asked, obviously enjoying it.
I'm stronger, I'm tougher but life seems rougher. Things are really bad I spend the day staring at my shoes. But lifting my chin to look at the sky makes me stronger than I knew.
I was floating on the endless sparkling sea for days, the waves gently lapping against me and the sky above an eternal night. 'Abby...' I heard a boys voice call, I strained my ears.
Last night I hit it!. Rock bottom , lower than the low, in the middle of a cold wet muddy field ready to end it, How did I do it . How did I get here alone in this field to ponder my life's end.
I have severe writing block so I'm writing this ditty to give my system a shock. Opuss has become a place to outlet, A place to voice my anger, my thoughts and regrets.
The truth was I wasn't fine. In my dream my attackers had adams face and he laughed a he pulled the trigger, my vision exploding red.
You ruined my life, Left me in the gutter. I thought I was worthless, A nuisance, like butter. But then there was another, And you tormented her soul.
Roller coaster waves of the emotional degree. This ride is a strange one I'm sure, for I am buckled in so tight, I couldn't budge an inch if I tried.
Cara awoke in a bright room, the whir of machines filling her ears. She tried to inhale, as was natural for her, but found breathing tubes attached to her nose & threaded through her lungs.
Truth Hurts Part Twenty -------Christopher's Point Of View------- I smiled and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I laid down on my bed and smiled. She loved me. Lisa loved me.
I stare out the slightly tinted windows at the scenery passing by. Full of trees, fields, cows, the usual out here in the "sticks".
The mind is a glorious thing, but it is also very fragile.
You know how life has its ups and downs. Well, I know. I've got a secret to tell you. I trust you. Sure you're ready for it. This is my secret. Well, actually, it's not a secret. It is a story.
"Lauren." I heard some one whisper. "Lauren can you here me. Honey open eyes." I felt cold. A little too cold. It smelt like soap and fresh cotton.
There is no doubt that forgiveness frees us. Forgiveness has the power to heal our bodies, our minds, and our spirits - our very lives.