Hard

My present is so unforgiving of my past that I worry about my future. Who am I during these times? Questions of a troubled woman with a golden soul. Questions I have no answers to. My mind will not let me be silent in thought. My knees are scarred from prayer and my tongue is numb from speaking my heart. The past will not let me forget and the present agreed. I still love to wake up each day with hope and appreciate every breath….shall I breathe in? Today is like no other my dreams are still the same and so are my fears. I have no time to cry or dare to show my pain I’m afraid….I’m indeed afraid.

Written By: Kimberly Reynolds

The Human Response

Living a life in an environment that’s not safe
Feeling preyed upon and never safe
Eyes are watching and hands are touching
Feeling low to the ground and much of nothing
Stay away from windows and lock all the doors
Wanting to escape and not just for me anymore
When did this become standard if at all any sense
Will I live today or die tomorrow is always the suspense
The only courage is to be a coward
Scared to face the world in the name of sorrow
Those whom died, those who tried
To live and make it to another tomorrow
So you can stand there and say ” go face your fears and hold back your tears and look life straight in the eye”
I say to you with all sincerity that part of me has died

Written by: Kimberly Reynolds