How Long?

/ Nancy Ann Creed (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment
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How long should we wait for our friends,
To come back to us?
Should we wait a year or a day,
Or a moment or less?

If they are true friends, they will come,
No matter how long we wait.
But if they are false friends, they will not come,
Not even if we wait a day.

So let us wait for our friends,
And I hope that they are true.
And if they do not come, then we must know
That they were not true friends to us.

But we must never give up hope,
For there are true friends in the world.
And if we wait long enough,
They will come to us.

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Book Promo

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I made this to promote my book The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve. I might make more as this is a series, but I wanted to try this out first. Marketing is not my best skill, sadly.

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Friends Whom I love

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Friends whom I have loved, though that time has gone. 
Friends whom I still love, but they have turned cold.
I know not why they turned away,
Nor what has made them cold.

They used to smile and speak to me,
And now they pass me by.
I long to ask them why they frown,
But dare not ask them why.

I know not what I've done to them,
Nor what has made them grieve.
I only know that I am sad,
And they are cold and leave.

I wish they'd come and talk to me,
To bury whatever this pain is. 
I'd do anything to please them,
And make them friends again.

I'd give them all I have to give,
If only they would come.
I'd give them my heart and soul,
If only they would love me as they used to do.

For so long I waited, now my heart is cold as well. 
Though I still love, and pray for my parted friends, 
I must know when the time has come, to be them far well, and move on.

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Death is All Around Us

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Seasons go by, leaves change, they wither and die.
Then flowers bloom, they grow standing tall and then die. 
Death is all around us. 

It seems strange for life to go on without you.
To make decisions, to be happy or sad. 
To live life when death is all around us. 

So much death, and yet we are expected to pick up and carry on.
When you are gone.

Seasons go by, leaves change, they wither and die.
Then flowers bloom, they grow standing tall and then die. 
Death is all around us. 

The years go by, and more death comes. 
The older we get the more death comes for us and our loved ones.

And still we are expected to pick up and carry on.
When you are gone.

Seasons go by, leaves change, they wither and die.
Then flowers bloom, they grow standing tall and then die. 
Death is all around us.

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The Pain Sneaks in

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I feel like running away.
Hiding away from life.
Isolating myself, if not for a little while.

The pain sneaks in.
Nothing matters and nothing makes sense.
It sneaks up on me, but it’s always been there.
This pain of knowing no matter what I do, they will leave.

I look around and wonder what’s wrong with me.
But I’ve always asked that, and I’ve never found an answer.

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Being a Mom

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Being a mom is the best job in the world,
But it's also the hardest.
There are days when I feel like I can do anything,
And there are days when I feel like I can't do anything right.

But through it all, there is one thing that never changes:
My love for my children.

They are my reason for living,
And they make me laugh every day.
I am so grateful to be their mom,
And I would do anything for them.

I know that I am not perfect,
But I try my best.
I want to be the best mom that I can be,
And I know that I am learning every day.

I am so lucky to have my children,
And I will cherish every moment with them.
They are my everything.

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The Storm

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The wind pushed the sand into my face.
It stings as it hits like tiny bites across my flesh
I can barely see the endless mounds of sand in front of me.
I close my eyes, sheltering me from the ongoing storm.

Nothing is there to stop the storm.
I push one foot in front of the other.
One hand blocking my face,
And the other reaches out, hoping someone is there to pull me along.

The winds pick up, they swirl around me.
 No matter how hard I try, I can’t move forward.
I kneel and cover my head with my hands,
In a desperate attempt to keep the sand off of my face.
I kneel there helpless and alone. 

Then a hand rests on my shoulder.
Someone kneels down behind me,
 and shelters me from the storm.

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I Don’t Know You Like That

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There is a disclaimer this poem. My daughter has been sick. I have a few close friends who know here that I spoke to. This is her issue and not something I want to talk about everywhere. So many people want to know what’s wrong, but if you don’t talk to me daily, or ever every week, I am sure not going to tell you personal things about my kid. There are some people I am close with, but I have not talked to, and that has nothing to do with you as a friend, it has to do with me. Please respect that and spot messaging me for information. It makes you sound like a gossip junkie instead of a concerned friend. 

I don’t know you like that!
I don’t want to tell you everything!
Because I don’t know you like that.

I told those I feel comfortable with.
I shared my feelings, and they helped me

I don’t know you like that. 
Just because you want the gossip.
To feel like you are in the know
Or to tell others, and gossip.

Not my issue. 
I don’t know you like that.
So don’t ask me to tell you what’s wrong.
If I wanted to tell you, and I considered you a close friend
You would already know.

Graduation

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You made it this far.
A milestone has been reached.
Your off to great places
Off and away.

You're on to new things.
New adventures await.
Exciting choices, a new world opens.

You will reach the stars.
The world is open to you.
Reach for the stars,
Destiny is calling.

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