A heart that yearns, a soul entwined, A bond unbroken, a steadfast mind. I cling to friendship, a precious art, But fear’s cold fingers tear us apart.
I offer solace, a listening ear, A shoulder to lean on, dispelling fear. Yet, in my grip, a tightening hold, A suffocating love, a story untold.
I push and pull, a constant strife, Afraid to lose, yet fearing life. The ones I cherish, I hold too tight, Afraid of darkness, a fearful night.
I long for closeness, a genuine bond, But fear consumes, a heavy load. I’ll learn to loosen, to let go free, To love without chains, wild and carefree.
A familiar voice, a reaching hand, A bridge to mend, across a wounded land. But echoes linger, of pain and strife, A question lingers, of a fragile life.
Should I forgive, and let the past unfold, Or guard my heart, a story yet untold? To trust again, or doubt the friend I knew, A tangled web, where choices intertwine.
Can wounds be healed, or scars remain? A heavy burden, a constant strain. To reconcile, or walk away with pride, A battle within, where answers do not abide.
Welcome to the Shadow Realm, where darkness reigns and the night is alive with magic.
Many years ago, the Great War tore apart all the realms. Now, the darkness is rising again, and it all begins with a lonely mother named Maeve.
Maeve was once a loving wife and mother, but she was turned into a vampire by the Vampire Lord Marius. Her husband, Hunter, fled with their infant son, fearing the monster she had become. Now, Maeve is a pawn being used by Marius and the Shadow King, who wants to make her his dark queen. Maeve must find a way to get back to her son and the family she left behind. But will she succumb to the darkness, or will she fight for her soul?
Travel to the Shadow Realm, hear spellbinding tales, meet magical creatures, and join Maeve in the quest to save herself and her family.
No drama’s sting, a heart at peace. Toxic ties, a thing of the past, Lessons learned, freedom to last.
Their whispers dark, their barbs so keen, Dimmed your light, a shadowed scene. But courage rose, a strength within, You chose yourself, let healing begin.
Two wasted years, a memory faint, Replaced by joy, a vibrant paint. New connections, genuine and bright, Filling your days with warmth and light.
This milestone marks a victory won, A celebration, a brand new sun. Hold your head high, let laughter flow, The best is yet to come, you know.
So raise a glass, a toast to you, For strength and growth, a brand new view. May kindness bloom, and friendships true, Surround your life, forever new.
Social media can be tough. Being unfriended can trigger anxiety, especially when making friends feels challenging. I sometimes feel awkward, and my children have mentioned autism, though it wasn’t well-understood when I was growing up (80s and 90s).
Recently, someone I rarely spoke to blocked me. The reason, “told a lot,” is unclear. Who’s gossiping? It’s tempting to dwell on it, but focusing on trust is more helpful.
My mental health has improved significantly over the past year. While trust can be difficult, I believe in showing kindness and love. It’s hard at times, my mind races with worry, but fear won’t control me.f
Making My Way
Anxiety whispers, a familiar tune, Someone unfriended, feels out of moon. Making friends, a challenge it’s true, But I’m learning, and that’s something new.
Kids mentioned autism, a different time, The 80s and 90s, when awareness wasn’t prime. Regardless of labels, I’m growing each day, Mental health journey, leading a better way.
This person who blocked me, we barely spoke, Their reason unclear, a broken smoke. Who gossiped? It’s tempting to chase, But focusing on trust will set a good pace.
Love and kindness, my guiding light, Be the bigger person, even in the night. It’s hard, thoughts race, a whirlwind it seems, But fear won’t control me, chasing better dreams.
You give to others, but it is not enough. They want more and more until you have nothing to give. When you have nothing to give, they leave. They leave in search of another that can give more.
This is not your fault, Your act of kindness was from your heart. Your love does not go unnoticed.Â
You may feel foolish for helping, but never feel foolish for doing the right thing. For those who take advantage of you, have to live with themselves. Never change who you are.
Never change your heart. It is the others who need to change who they are.Â
The idle hand, the fallow ground, A curious ache, a hollow sound. No task to chase, no goal to meet, A languor settles, bittersweet.
Perhaps it’s purpose, lost and frayed, The unused mind, in shadows laid. We crave the fight, the mental strain, The sweet relief of conquered pain.
Or maybe rest, a friend disguised, A chance to see what’s long been prized. The hobbies whispered, passions quelled, A time for dreams that time withheld.
So listen close, to what’s beneath, The sadness veiled, the yearning teeth. Is it for structure, duty’s call, Or freedom’s song, to break the thrall?
This quietude, a gift, a test, To find the wellspring in your breast. For work brings peace, but so does ease, The choice is yours, to find your breeze.
The leaves change colors, and we must accept it. The air turns cooler, and we can do nothing to stop it. The days grow shorter and the nights longer. And still we have no control.
Things change and we must accept it. Our friendships change, and we can do nothing to stop it. The days grow shorter and the nights longer. And still we have no control.
In silence I wait, wondering when the time will be when you come to me. In silence, I wait, wondering what you are doing and if you are okay.
I am silent most of the time. I do not say your name, or speak of you at all. I am silently waiting for that moment, the breakthrough when you come to me. I am silently waiting and hoping that I am missed.
In silence, I sit thinking of you and praying that you are okay. In silence, I wonder what could have been done. In silence, I wonder if being silent is best.
I will no longer run after people. I will no longer seek you out. I will no longer worry and fret. I will no longer care.
Life is too short to hold onto people, Who doesn’t want to be held onto. Life is too short to work about, Those who don’t worry about you. Life’s too short to seek out, Those who won’t seek you out.
I will no longer run after people. I will no longer seek you out. I will no longer worry and fret. I will no longer care.
If I keep telling myself this, Maybe I will listen. Maybe I won’t feel bad, When I am left in the dust.
