And only time can turn a wound into a scar
And only scars remain of old mistakes
But still, I am what I have done
Tag Archives: Anxiety
Spoonfed Tragedies
We’re fed lollipops and bandaids
To placate hollow tears
And handed fictional monsters
To be the focus of our fears
Guests in the Night
The edge of my bed is digging into the back of my thighs, and my neck aches where it meets my slouching shoulders. I deflate with a sigh. Defeat lowers himself down onto my rounded back and settles in, making his bulk comfortable. He’s heavy.
How to Keep Writing When You Feel Like Giving Up
I get it. I feel you. The struggle is real. How to persevere as a writer when you feel like giving up? Here are ten suggestions. I hope some combination of these helps.
Folded Paper Must Begin to Fray
Even if I could unfold myself,
No amount of pressing could erase
These lines.
The Girl Who Screamed in the Night
I fear for her and I fear her and I fear what kind of person I’ll become when screams in the night won’t lift me from my chair.
Give Me a Hammock in the Woods
Give me a hammock in the woods
A book or two
And let me pretend the world has stopped for now
Found: One Women’s Slipper, Right Foot, Fur Trim, Some Water Damage
I couldn’t very well leave it there. It had a mate somewhere and whether it had been lost or abandoned was not for me to know.
And Still the Planet Burns
We must evacuate alike; we all will suffer loss, equal now if only in our devastation. Our memories go up in smoke as we flee. What are we running to? There is no future.
Candy Floss Concerns
We make political statements with cupcakes
While half the world burns
They can’t rebuild their broken lives
With our candy floss concerns
Aly Writes 