Crushing.
A snap.
Shattered glass.
like tinkling bells
What's left to say? Haven't we already played this play? Scene for scene, star crossed and heart wrenching. Tragedy and love and oh whoa is me. No time to stand, not even a second to spread my wings.
Trapped.
A caged bird
struggling to sing.
hear me chirp
It's come down to this. Worn down to raw nerves and hurt feelings. I find I resent you for making my life harder. Dark cloud of negativity drowning me, my lungs fill and I can't keep my head up.
Leave!
I'm not sorry this time.
It's not me, it's you...
I refuse to play the fool.
Originally Written July 17, 2013
About Me
- Violet Sellers
- Fayetteville, AR, United States
- It's been six years since I started this blog. A lot has happened. I divorced my husband, lost custody of my kids. I came together, broke apart, reunited, and then threw Ryan out of my life. I found my soul mate only to have to let him go. Everything you read here is my original works of art. Prose, poetry, trains of thought. It's all my legacy. A story of my life. My name is Violet and I want to welcome you to my world... ***Wrote a new intro but kept the old too just to show where I came from. ***I often sit and think. Examine the world with a magnifying glass. I like to think that life has meaning. And every person has potential. When eyes are open and ears are listening. . .when minds are open. . . I live to realize my own great potential. Never live a life wasted. Take my hand, I’ll lead you. Join me here in the dark.
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