A Woman's Plight

Lovestruck

She sat there, eyes downcast, afraid to look at him directly for fear that she might see confirmation that it was all just a game, afterall – a ruse to call her out from hiding and make fun of her heart’s yearning vulnerability.

Hands clasping her fingers tightly on top of her lap as they ached to reach out to touch his face and extend arms to hold him, her eyes burned with tears as they rebelled at her refusal to at last gaze into his own.

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(Title of multiple meanings)

A Woman's Plight

Time’s Capsule

I remember being at my grandparent’s home
Always a place of safety away from main society

Yet planted in the very heart of prime social elitism
Only just one door away by grandpa playing piano

And when I returned as a teen after he had passed
The place felt the same but much more empty

I could have stayed there forever and would have
Had my grandmother left the house in will to me

But my uncle and his family eventually took over
All properties and moved her with them for caretaking

I got a small funding to begin my own life later
Her parting gift used to spread wings for flying

Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Dust To Dust

I’ve got nothing to strive for
No more umph in my motor

I always had manifestation
As my high-driving priority

Even if I had to wait
I knew it was there

I could feel it’s pressence
Just like I feel you, my love

It’s very discouraging after all of that
To find myself flat-stopped, diverted

No more climbing
No more aspiring

Because I’m just
So damn hurting

Nothing seems attainable anymore
It’s just slipping through my fingers