I Survive

Throughout my life

I fall

I rise

I live

I learn

I survive

Against life’s tapestry

Taking forward strides

In my darkest moments

I stop

I retreat

I isolate

I cry

I still survive

Detours, destinations, love, loss and lies

Along this unforgiving path

Alone or with allies

I keep trying

My journey started with trauma

I have looked evil in the eyes

I have overcome those that tried to take my life

I have been abandoned

Completely cast aside by those that gave me life

I have prepared to die numerous times

I have been cut apart

I have been embedded with foreign parts

Broken, stitched together and cauterized

I did survive

But along the way

I have experienced many wonderful times

I have seen a child brought into this world

I have held the hand of someone leaving this life

I have felt a love that never dies

I have seen the world through someone else’s eyes

I have laid under a million stars across the night sky

I have been lost and found

I have found my voice

I have realized my strength

I have learned forgiveness

I have seen many beautiful scenes

I have survived

Across this fragile thing called life

I stand

I live

I fight

These scars represent the battles I’ve won

The pain serves as my battle cry

A warrior

I ALWAYS SURVIVE

 

What do you see
What Do You See

Burning Grief


Pouring it out
Like gasoline
Onto embers

Discarded reflections
Tossed over
Sorting it all out

Striking the match
Igniting pain
Pieces engulfed
Burning it down

Shattered
Completely hollow
Lost or profound

Crackling grief

The sound of healing
Stoking memories
Smoke billows peace
Breathing relief

Slate wiped clean
Ashes floating
Carrying secrets hidden deep
Therapeutic release

Anthology

I am incredibly honored to have 3 pieces selected for inclusion in the anthology, Screaming from the Silence

@vociferouspress @nightandsparrow

Screaming from the Silence consists of three sections:

Stanzas from the Silence – poetry

Stories from the Silence – prose

Sketches from the Silence – visual art

Coming January 2020

Christmas Shenanigans

5am Christmas Morning 2018

Twas the night before Christmas out in the country
Everyone was sleeping Snoring can be heard all through the house
My gun close by if I were to see a mouse

The stockings are hung by the chimney with care
I hope this yummy chocolate candy wasn’t meant to go in there

Out in the hall I made a big clatter
Gathering all the necessities for a little late night platter

It was a long drive here
And a few cappuccinos has me wired up so sleep is not near

Visions of family time, gifts and snacks
While trying to remain focused while driving
Singing and dodging all the deer

Now that I think about it I could really go for a beer
So out on the porch I sit listening to the sounds
Staring at the stars
Freezing my ass off even with all my layered winter gear


Pretty sure I hear a pig, or a coyote, maybe a deer
But it’s totally normal in these types of towns

I wonder if there are any bears
Gasp, OMG the chupacabra could also live here
Well frick
I hope not
If I’m not seen in the morning I probably wandered off in search of the perfect lighting to capture photos of creatures near

The thing about the silence Any and all noise definitely travels around
I’m almost certain the rustle of my late night snacks have already awakened
The 5 people that live in this town

XOXO Taylor Grace

Moonlight

Quietly watching
Anticipating
I wander
Lost in thought
Desperately hoping
For the peace
That eludes me each night
Continually seeking
For something
I have yet to find
In the antelucan hour
Between the darkness and light
I find beauty
Struggling
An internal battle
Acceptance
Forgiveness
Yesterhurt reminders
Stealing my time
Shadowing light
I continue
Fighting
The war inside


Becoming Fragile

Ever changing story
Hidden amongst deceit
Shaded memories
Meticulously painted
Carefully swaying perceptions of who she use to be
Self serving quality
Imprinted deep
Blue, purple & green
Scars left unseen
Reminding me
There use to be truth
Distorted so prettily


Tuesday Sharing

There are so many of you that make me feel your words so deeply, that I look forward to reading your new writings when you post them.


You challenge my thoughts, inspire my soul, provoke deep emotions, provide comfort, make me smile, and often remind me that whatever I am facing, I am not alone. I truly appreciate your words, your soul baring, raw truths and the way it impacts me and so many others.

Embracing your unapologetic authenticity can be daunting and sharing it to the world, a true strength, I admire. I offer my gratitude to each of you.


https://hisnamewaszach.wordpress.com/

http://thelightison.blog

https://afadedromantic.wordpress.com/

https://afragilemind.home.blog/2019/10/22/done-in/

https://sirhanz.home.blog/2019/10/22/in-between/

https://shortprose.blog/2019/10/22/children-of-the-first-amen-autumn-poem-poetry/

https://freeverserevolution.wordpress.com/2019/10/22/hope-in-dreams-mark-tulin/

https://whisperandtheroar.com/2019/09/24/the-circle-of-life-christine-bolton/

https://millenniallifecrisis.org/2019/10/06/stay-humble-and-hustle-hard/

http://lookinginyourwindow.com

http://iwriteher.com

https://eatdelight3.com/2019/10/17/the-opposite/

http://drbogdan.home.blog

https://michael2malachi.wordpress.com/2019/10/21/words-2/

https://renardsworld.wordpress.com/2019/10/05/how-to-be-a-wise-blogger/

https://theblightersrock.wordpress.com/2019/10/22/opus-2/


https://joysblessingspoetry.com/2019/10/21/tendrils-of-light/

xoxo

❤me

Art

Her Canvas
Crisp
White
Paper
Void of any Markings

Her Artistry
Words
Painted into Poetry

Her Instrument
Fine
Tipped
Pen
Jet Black Ink

Her Purpose
Dig
Down
Deep
Share and Release

The Affect
Reflection
Clarity
Healing
Finding Her Voice

Silence

As I sit here alone, the upstairs window slightly opened, as the rain has temporarily subsided and the silence that I often seek and find comfort in, is almost unbearable as the horror of the last 30 hours consumes me. There are no calls, no texts, no helicopters circling around, no sounds of rushing water below me echoing with the most terrifying sound, no visuals before me of the frightened parents faces and neighbors sitting out of their second story windows because they don’t want to drown, there are no white bed sheets hanging to mark their presence or towels whipping back & fourth in shear desperation on the front porches around me so that they too would soon be found. The saddness, the fear, the heartbreak, the worry, and the blank stares of facing this disaster was undoubtly showing, and is a memory that I will forever carry around. An experience I never wanted but for whatever reason Hurricane Harvey has continued to disrupt, and dance around Texas, just look for the path of greatest destruction and that’s were I’ll be found.

A parade of makeshift rafts, canoes, even whole beds adorned with blow up floats, pool noodles or whatever they had laying around, something…..anything in their quiet desperation that would aid them in getting out safely to help ensure they would be floating and eventually found.

The news is no longer on blaring and enhanced with continual tornado warnings to take cover but instead now I only hear the sound of frogs loudly calling, maybe they too have been forced from their safe place or sanctuary and are looking for their families who are no where to be found.

Maybe these thoughts, questions and surreal memories are too fresh for me to process, since it’s far from being over, as I am still seeking higher ground.

xoxo

♥️me

8/28/2017

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