Rain

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NancyAnn

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Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

As you walk the puddles splash up getting your pants wet.

Despite this, the sounds are soothing.

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

The cold sinking into your clothes as,

It sends shivers down your spine.

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Your lips turned blue, the rain thickens,

Now running down your forehead and into your eyes.

You blink as you wipe your eyes,

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

As you return home, the warmth hits you.

A blanket wraps around you as you sit and listen,

To the tap tap of the rain on the roof.

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

 

 

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Invisible

NANCY ANN (2)

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p dir=”ltr”>I feel invisible. I am invisible.
As if life is passing me by and no one seems to notice or care.

You run around me asking for help, but my hand you do not see.

I am invisible. I am invisible.

You walk right past me as if no one was there.

I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host.

You walk right past me as if I was a ghost.

I am a shadow of my former self, as I try to hold on to things of the past

A shadow of the life that I used to share.

I am invisible. I am invisible.

You walk right past me as if no one was there.

I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host.

You walk right past me as if I was a ghost.

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p dir=”ltr”>You walk right past me as if I am nothing.
The tears I shed, go unnoticed as you no longer care.

You walk past me as if I was never there.

Why is my self-worth wrapped up in what you think?

I watched everything go by but seeing nothing as nothing is left for me.

Trapped in a box I can not escape,

The water pulls em under but you do not see

I am invisible, I am invisible

You walk right past me as if no one was there

I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host

You walk right past me as if I was a ghost

Let me be me

Let me be me

Let me wear unmatched socks

Let me sign in the shower

And dance while I’m cooking

Let me be me

In all my odd behaviors

In all my rash moments

Call me eccentric

Call me odd

Call me anything but let me be me.

Let me paint. Let me write

Let me sing and let me dance

Let me make a fool of myself

Let me laugh at myself

Let me be me

The Morning

 

The alarm resounds in my head and I grumble and moan.

It pulls me from my slumber with a start.

My blankets wrapped around me keeping me warm as the cold morning air hits me.

 

I pull the covers over my head.

It can’t be morning already.

I want to hide from everyone and everything.

Just lay and look up at the ceiling and dream.

 

I want to hide from the world and pull the blankets closer.

The cold morning air wakes me, but I retreat under the covers.

Never leave the warmth and safety of the bed

Just lay and look up at the ceiling and dream.

 

I lay alone with all my thoughts,

The quiet in the morning

No one expecting anything from me

In this quiet time, oh the thoughts that come

 

Alas I must rise, each day the same

Running a race that never ends

 

Let me pull the covers back over my head.

The race never ends, just to take some days alone with my kids.

No work, no stress, just me and my kids.

 

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The Monster Rises

A monster rises up in my soul.

It grows and screams as it infects my heart.

Like a virus, it spreads.

It corrupts as it disseminates.

Be happy for them a small meal voice whispers to me.

The monster shrieks!

Where were they when it was your turn?

Where were their praises and support?

Why did they pick her and not you?

How can they support him and not you?

Be happy for your friend.

Dont sour their victory with frets of your own.

The monster bellows from within.

Its voice rattles my bones.

I try to hide it but it’s the monster wails on.

I cover my ears blocking it out.

The small timid voice I hear calling out to me.

Be happy for your friend

Show them support

Do not let this monstrous nature eat away at your soul.

It will leave you in bleak darkness with a hole in your heart.

Fight this creature and be whole.

I sit with my hands over my ears fighting this monster from within.

A Glimmer of Hope

I stand at the door knocking

As I wait

But there is no response.

 

Only darkness meets me there

Only depression and isolation.

 

The absence of the warmth

Of the friendship, I once knew.

I knock again, hoping for a response.

A sign of hope,

A glimmer of trust.

Anything I can hold onto when

Nothing is given

 

I see you from a distance

And see you with my friends

But why have I been pushed away?

 

Why do you shun me and forsake me?

Why and how could you forget me?

 

Am I that useless and unimportant in your eyes?

 

How is that I can fight for you when no one fights for me?

 

A glimmer of hope is all I need.

Just open a crack to let the light shine in.

42

 

42, it rings in my ears at each age

Growing closer at each step

At age 11 it was a distant number

but now sitting at 41, the horror sets in.

 


An age that was once so far away

now sits on my doorstep

Will the same fate befall me?

Will my kids lose everything, all in one day?

 

 

One long dreadful day

It felt like the sun would never rise

and my heart would never mend.

 

 

The hole in my heart and

The despair that I would never

See you again.

 

 

All the things you missed.

All the times I needed you.

All the times I tell my kids.

Who you are, so they know,

And love you as much as I do,

But they will never truly know!

 

 

Oh, this horrid age,

The despair comes back and the fears.

Will my kids live without me,

As I lived without you.

 

 

A mother’s worse fear and a daughters reality.

 

 

To Keep a Promise

 

 

Promise

 

A promise is something sweet,

A caring gesture of friendship and love.

 

Sincere thoughts and a heartfelt vow,

A pledge of honor and faith.

 

When promises are broken and friendships shattered,

What once was in your heart is now blackened by lies.

 

How far do you go to recapture that trust?

What will you do to regain that love?

 

The vow and the faith you once had,

Why do you keep your promise when others do not?

 

Should you mend something that is broken?

How do you fix The friendship all in ruins,

A trust that is a dilapidated mess?

How far will you go to keep a promise of a friendship long gone?