Memories Strangle Me

The lights are out

Only the dim glow

From my phone

Shines through the night’s blackness

This old house

If full of noise

Even the wind

Creaks and cracks the wood surrounding me

I should feel comfort

I am back at home

This should be safe

But the past had some scary moments I can’t forget

I shake with fright

It is hard to breathe

And I shut my eyes tight

On the memories that continue to haunt my return home

 

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

Mumbles … derail

Everyone has fears.  Having anxiety issues, I have more than my share of fears.  One is a fear of driving under a train.  I know it sounds pretty lame.  When I was in my teens there was a train that derailed on a bridge and a person on a motorcycle just barely missed getting struck by one of the train cars.  Ever since then I cringe when I go under a train on a bridge.  It even spilled over to wintertime driving and me fearing a semi or even a car, will lose control and crash over the edge of the bridge landing on my car.  I know it is irrational.  I know the odds are in my favor, not the train’s.  I just can’t seem to shake it.  I often literally shiver when I go under the occupied bridge.  I have in the past been known to increase my speed to get past that point quickly.  I have survived 100% of the time.  I have only heard of that one train derail in town.  I still can’t shake the fear.  Do you have any fears, rational or not?

 

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

Dull and Dreary

She used to shine

She used to laugh

Now she barely glimmers

She has a vapid existence

Lost and alone in the shadows

Afraid to live

Afraid any joy

Will be taken away

Like it has been in the past

She is just too tired

And in too much pain

To try again

And so she sits and waits

For it all to end

 

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

Fears In The Dark

In the dark of night

My fears come alive

And play games

With my mind

The looming trees

Create moving shadows

That reach for me

The wind creates

Noises that move

Towards me slowly

A stray cat becomes

A creepy animal

That stalks me

I hurry up the steps

To unlock the door

And rush into

The safety of

My home

 

Written For Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – creepy

Instinct Overload

It sneaks up on me
In the middle of the day
It creeps in the shadows
Late at night
It twists my insides
Into knots of pain
It grasps my heart
And won’t let go
It distorts my view
Of a normal day
It destroys my peace
With its wild assumptions
… we need fear
As it’s a basic instinct
But can’t it just go away
If only for a day

 

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

Live (FOWC)

Let me live
In a primitive hut
On a deserted island
Away from the past

Let me live
A day in peace
Folded into seclusion
Away from my demons

Let me live
In the silence of solitude
On a hope and a dream
Away from your grasp

Through my fears and pains
Losses and gains
Just let me live

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge – primitive

Your Voice

I woke today much the same
As I do most every day
But deep inside my heart
I knew something was astray
I always think of you
But this was more like fear
A nagging premonition
Of danger that was near
I gave you a phone call
Just to hear your voice
And set my mind at ease
I had no other choice
Nothing was wrong
But I had to make sure
Your comforting voice
Was the only cure
So now I feel better
But still I wonder why
My day could be so disturbed
That it almost made me cry

The Words

She wanted to talk to him

The words just weren’t there

 

She cared so much

And wanted him to know

But her tongue got tied

 

She believed in a future

Between the two of them

And wished to tell him

But her fears silenced her

 

She would have been happy

With a meaningful conversation

With this man of her dreams

And it could have happened

But her voice was lost

 

She wanted to talk to him

The words just weren’t there

Yearly Mammo

(Just waiting for my check up and trying not to worry so I thought I would write out some of my frustrations and worry.)

 

An hour to go until I am

Smushed smashed and squished

The pain doesn’t bother me

It has become routine

It’s the waiting

And not knowing

That give me the grey hairs

But at least I have hair

It left for awhile

Fourteen years ago now

So this should be no problem

The worry should be past

But there is always a chance

And for that I always worry…