Don’t Say

Not to speak

Words that hurt

Yet dreaming softly

Of the dirt.

 

Bound up tight

Stress and fear

An urge I fight

Still lingers here.

 

I am at war

My smile: armor

My silenced core

Plays the charmer.

 

I’m lost inside

Don’t know my way

My compass fried;

Lost to the fray.

 

I know the prize

That hides within.

I keep my soul;

If I can win.

 

*note: this is one that was written a few weeks ago by hand, I just finally typed it up.

Life Story

Life is full of challenges

Some big and some small

We try to sway past obstacles

But we can’t see them all.

 

They say life’s all ‘bout choices

But it’s also mostly chance.

How do you meet prince charming

If they never hold a dance?

 

We take what we are given

And we spin it to a tale

Making up our story

Explaining why we fail.

 

But what if all our failures

Are really just plot twists?

What if each discomfort

Is a lesson we have missed?

 

Thrive

Darkness echoes out the light

But I won’t give in to night

‘cause I am ever shining bright!

I thrive, I thrive.

 

Sometimes I lose myself to fear

Forget the need to hold ME dear

But there is not an ending here

Because I thrive! I thrive…

 

Constant standing strong alone

Leaves me coping on my own

Pressing, breaking, weight unknown

I survive. I survive.

 

Here surrounded by claimed friends

Who know nothing of my ends

My long Iron willing bends

I’m tired. So tired…

 

At last asked support is strong

Hands I’ve had there all along

They bring back my happy song

And I thrive! I Thrive.

Nanowrimo redefined

Okay, so here I was chugging along, getting an impressive word count each day, patting myself on the back for sticking to my goals.

 

well….

 

I spent two weeks  in the hospital, and the past week dealing with the fallout of being in the hospital. don’t worry, I didn’t die.

But a great big ‘ol wrench got thrown in the middle of my beautifully laid plans. and it was something grand, let me tell you!

I’ve decided however, that just because life forced me to skip out of Nanowrimo, I don’t have to skip out on the project I was working on. So Go Bite Yourself continues. My word count updates will be posted here. You know, sporadically, because underneath all this bluster I’m still the same ‘ol me.

 

Cheers and happy writing all!!

 

OH! And a belated happy Turkey Day. Hope you have things to be thankful for. if not, buy a book. Those things are magic portals to cheer even the coldest of hearts.