pain is not gentle, soft or kind it does not caress or tender pain is rough, rude, and callous it is sharp and cruel and mocking gentle is the wind of voice gentle is the soft hand stern to guide love takes you to good places pain leads you to no good places
her story is painted lillies dancing in a stilted valley along a shattered river with lines along the surface leaked through dripping and the valley bleeds Her story is pain anger depression a silence you forced on her world How plead you?
Rest, rest your weary head. The day is long and never ends. Mornings filled with dread, But if you sleep then dream, Of places old and magic. Go, dear one, to the place of dragons. The waking world is cold and cruel, people in it lie. Sleep and dream of fantastic things Where pterasaurs still fly. There you’re free of worldly care To play in fields of flowers. Yes there you can wile away the hours Sleep and dream of happy things, forget for now the misery, for there Lady Aldra sings, That you are filled with magic!
Lookie here! it’s a mom
who wants a cookie.
So brave she is,
Her struggles oh so hard!
Wow just admire her sacrifice
but alas her b.s. it’s all a lie.
This mom just needs to retire!
Instead she schemes
And scams away.
While setting her child
on a metaphorical fire!
note: I wrote this in reply to a mom who was using her daughter to raise money on gofundme to fund ABA therapy.
Water, the ever crashing sea to shore The source in the mountains flow A trickle, a stream down paths Water erodes and water grows It etches rocks, smoothes pebbles Water, life giving, life taking The soul of the planet, water People’s tears in drought heart breaking Water pours from stormy skies And bring about the healing rains But also deep deep floods of sorrow How water, swirling, is our pains Drink deep the well of love The joy that life giving spring And how we hold our memories Wash us over in happy things The river, time, in weaving lines Flows ever forward to the seas And in my life water constant Relief, growth, pain, joy, it washes over me
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