Taking It On The Chin

By Claudia Kelly Silently drowning hearing the voice’s festering each nerve, “Am Not Responding!”. Family encouraging incarceration of my mind all route’s through now inaccessible and still i hold the pencil, “Maybe Creativity Is My Vessel?”. Despair, senseless sadness, “In Your Arm’s May I Nestle?”, “ Please Tell Me” these Continue Reading

It Begins Again

By Natalie And so I feel it beginning again The self loathing and endless search for pain Pain that’s real and self inflicted Pain imagined, unrestricted Pain so deep, so dark I wouldn’t wish it on another Yet aimed at me I’m willing to accept it I work hard, pretending Continue Reading