Life

Life is so precious, and we take it for granted everyday. Like it is not the gift that it should be. Like it would be here no matter what. Only in the idea of a child, a baby, do we even consider it. An unspoken, secret of the adults of the world. Like cancer, we whisper the words in hopes to avoid such atrocities as a baby dieing or or a miscarriage. I find myself in a place of hate for those who propel these things with their arguing and fighting around those mothers to be. Times when my voice in screams can't stop all the verbal violence around them. To hide them in a bubble of safety, away from the world of hate and despair. It's almost as if they are ignorant to those around them, like no one else matters. I would rather die, then to see one of my grand babies disappear like so much dust in the wind. My mind goes to a place of destruction for those I'm thinking of, with my hands around their necks until their last breath escapes from their bodies. I will never change the way I feel, but the that are around will change or they will be like dust in the wind to me. I have no sympathy for the ignorant and I never will. Until next time.

                                                              Writer in Limbo

      

The need to be more

Don't we all feel it? The deep seeded need to be more than what we see in the mirror? You stand there for a moment, lean against the sink and think. Not for any certain reason, but you just stop and wonder. I can see you talking to yourself, when no one is around. Asking yourself questions or just pumping up your day. Trying hard to push yourself to that next accomplishment or just trying not to cry. We all have done it, weather you will admit it or not. The person you see in the mirror is the only one that can get you where you want to go in life. It's about a choice, to keep fighting for it everyday or walk away. Whatever you do, remember this, no matter where you go or what you do, the one in the mirror will always be there. The one you can't lie to or get away from. We will always have that need to be more, but is the need enough for? So remember this, if you don't put in the work, you might as well forget it. And waisted talent is the worst part of looking in that mirror, because you know it could have been you. Until next time,      Writer in Limbo