My soul weeps like a willow
bending but never breaking,
hanging on to hope.
Roaring loud as thunder,
burdens begin to fall
plethora of tears storm.
Slowly suffocating,
all of me is drowning
in the raindrops of my heart.
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fight settles, now she’s
sitting quietly— it’s the
calm before the storm
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This cherished photo is of my son at 2 months old, held by his great-great-grandfather on his 102 birthday. They represented our youngest and oldest family members at the time.
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Strong winds blow,
door rattles, the sound
crushing my comfort,
in repose, eyes wide open.
Quiet storm hiding
within this cloud,
suddenly thunder claps
shaking the foundation.
Flash of lightning…CLACK!
Rumbling resounds again…BOOM!
Another strike, and again
never the same place twice.
Fearful tears, stomach
turned upside down
seeking refuge, patiently
awaiting the calm.
Sounds of peace a lie,
gullible, I emerge.
(thunder)…BOOM! (lightning)…CLACK!
Darkness monopolized the night.
©️2021 CSNelson, Don’t Forget the Half
Family doomed right from the start
Plain and simple, Dad likes to roam
Pain he causes pervades the home
And Mom contains her broken heart
Safety denied, she plays it smart
Tried to escape his angry scorn
Long before a third child was born
But now the coast and skies are clear
With turbo speed, they flee in fear
Reaching the runway plane next morn
Not every woman’s story can be told, so for this day in Women’s History Month I’m recognizing those whose plight remains unknown but their strength and courage is empowering.
©️2021 CSNelson, Don’t Forget the Half
