Feel The Strength

The thunderstorm loomed on the horizon

Lightning strikes grew near the city

Winds began to howl as the rain started to fall

Thunder’s booming sounds raged

The rain was whipped by the winds

Hail bounced off everything

Lightening hit and thunder clapped almost instantly

The warning blare of a tornado siren…

 

A cacophony of sounds brought with a summer storm

Reminds us of the strength of Mother Nature

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cacophony

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“You’re Nothing”

The darkness consumes

The fading light

Voices begin to whisper

Insults to me

Shadows creep within

My heart and mind

I feel trapped inside

With no chance of escape

The world a dangerous place

But alone with myself

Even more deadly

 

*Remember you are never truly alone but if you find yourself in a dark place like this, world wide there are hotlines you can call when in crisis.   Here are a couple from the US.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255

Crisis Text Line – text HOME to 741741

Veterans Crisis Text Line – text to 838255

 

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – escape

Home Soon

I answered the phone and right away recognized that raspy voice.  It was him calling from the other side of the world where he was for work; so very far away.  “Good morning babe,” he said with a yawn.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was about four o’clock in the afternoon.  Doing fast time math in my head I said, “Good morning.  Don’t you have to be at work in a half an hour?”

“Nah, I’ve got an hour.  Don’t have to be there until seven today.”

“I’ve missed you.  It is so nice to hear your voice.  I can tell that you JUST woke up by that gruffness in your voice… makes me really miss ALL of you.”

“You know we are going to make up for lost time when I come home next week.  You can have me as many mornings, afternoons and nights as you want.”

“I plan on it darling.  I took time off from work even.  This has been a long six months.”

“Well you know I love you babe, but I have to go.  I promised a couple of the guys from work a McDonald’s Japanese breakfast.  I miss you.”

“I miss you too hon. And love you to the ends of the earth.  Good-bye.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone with a tear dropping on my cheek.  Told myself this bonus check would be worth it.  And lightly touched my stomach.  “Don’t worry baby, Daddy will be home soon to meet you.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – raspy

Slow-Motion Chaos

I swallow hard

And steady myself

But the room still

Seems to spin

I find the nearest seat

Take a deep breath

My legs and hands

Begin to shake

Sounds become muffled

And I see only with

A foggy tunnel vision

My pulse is racing

I feel on the verge

Of tears and death

Ready to welcome

Either one first

A million thoughts

And a completely blank slate

Battle for control

Of my troubled mind

I know it won’t last

But the minutes drag on

Like a slow-motion video…

 

Breath by breath

I slowly return to normal

Embarrassed beyond words

Sure the whole world knows

I just had a panic attack

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – shake

The Long Road Home

I was tired.  My days had been long and my nights way too short.  Driving down the road I was fighting fatigue brought on by the hypnotic view of the white lines on the road.  This was a trip I was dreading.  I had heard from a cousin that my grandma was in very poor health.  This may be my last time to see her and I was determined to make this trip even though I was sleep deprived.

I turned the radio up and began to whistle along with the song that was on.  Well, I say whistle, but the truth is I was only making noise – I’m not very good at whistling. But the music was helping me to stay awake.

My thoughts turned to the reason for this trip, my grandma.  She had been such a big part of my youth spending about half of my summer vacation with her and grandpa every year.  Grandpa had passed six years earlier and Grandma had gone down-hill ever since.  My family was actually surprised she had lasted so long after his death.  They had been together since their mid-teens and pretty much inseparable.  They worked together to build their own house from the basement up.  They owned their own business; he was the worker and she the bookkeeper.  There were not many hours that they were apart.

I passed a sign that told me it was only a mile to the next rest area.  I had to stop and get some caffeine to keep me awake.  I pulled into the parking space as my phone rang.  Putting the car into park I answered the call.  It was my cousin and my grandma had just passed away.  I guess she couldn’t wait any longer.  The trip would now be for a funeral instead of a visit.  I was hurting that I didn’t get to see her, but glad she was finally at peace.  As I walked to the rest area the tears began to form.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – whistle

Searching

I close my eyes

And lose myself

In random thoughts

Trying to tame

My poetic mind

And grasp some

Inspiration to write

From love to loss

From happy to sad

I have often

Written them all

But tonight’s thoughts

Are scattered and few

My muse is silent

And the words hidden

Leaving me with

A blank paper

And pen useless

If only for tonight

And tomorrow

I will once again search

For the words

I long to write

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – poetic

Sunday Afternoon

His touch is electrical

Buzzing through my body

His scent intoxicating

Leaving me dizzy

His lips on fire

Burning my very soul

Our bodies pulse in time

Matching rhythm to rhythm

A boring Sunday afternoon

Turns into an explosion of feelings

Leaving me nearly exhausted

But feeling oh so very alive

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – alive