Submissions by KendalM
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Thief In The Shadows
Its hard to live a normal life around my loved ones, they dont even know what you did to me that day.
My husband asks what's wrong...all I can say is, I don't feel good.
But... you know what you did to me, more importantly...I know what you did to me.
Then I'm expected to live my life like some kind of hero in my own story.
Well, I will never be a hero, but ill tell you what I will be...
I'll be the girl who smiles in the face of demons, I'll love like an unquenchable fire when it feels like the whole world is pissing on me.
I'll give when I have every...
My husband asks what's wrong...all I can say is, I don't feel good.
But... you know what you did to me, more importantly...I know what you did to me.
Then I'm expected to live my life like some kind of hero in my own story.
Well, I will never be a hero, but ill tell you what I will be...
I'll be the girl who smiles in the face of demons, I'll love like an unquenchable fire when it feels like the whole world is pissing on me.
I'll give when I have every...
#strength
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Drought Is Just A State Of Mind
I am a plower, a sower, a reaper.
Attached to your hitch, a garden tool you have used many times.
I'm at peace in the garden.
I know my job, and continue to break ground in love, and on the days of drought, I cry when the springs withhold their mercy.
I continue watering the harvest from the ground up,
then I dust my knees, wipe the sweat and tears from my face, and take the next step, crushing red clay into soft malible dirt, planting once again new seed with broken and calloused hands.
In a world full of so many options, free will can be a blessing or a curse,...
Attached to your hitch, a garden tool you have used many times.
I'm at peace in the garden.
I know my job, and continue to break ground in love, and on the days of drought, I cry when the springs withhold their mercy.
I continue watering the harvest from the ground up,
then I dust my knees, wipe the sweat and tears from my face, and take the next step, crushing red clay into soft malible dirt, planting once again new seed with broken and calloused hands.
In a world full of so many options, free will can be a blessing or a curse,...
#hope
#love
#strength
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Solitaire
You should know, I hated me first.
#forgiveness
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