It’s deep Many times there are no words To describe it for it hurts . It cuts so deep; For a moment, days, months, years At times for many seasons . In silence I pray For healing In silence I wish for endurance In silence I wipe the tears That I don’t have the “power”…… Continue reading Grief
All of it is haunted! The “air”, space and “beings” . Brutally They haunt my mind All over again! I can still smell it; The sadness, tears and “blood sweat” . The unbearable pain Of a childhood crashed, The weakness within my bones, The agony of feeling helpless and hopeless Is all crystal clear like…… Continue reading Haunted
Stale smile Is all you get Frozen expression If I happen to see you Ice cold Is all I can be Once you have hurt me this deep. ~Susan McMillan
Mama, I still wonder about the passing time without you about who you really were about your fading Smile In other mamas I swear I have seen your face I have heard your voice I have felt your touch It’s been a while though since I cried for you since I missed you…… Continue reading Is it me or time?
Tear drops with laughter in between Broken hearts at times full hearts Bleeding hearts you may spot from a far All we pour on paper . We are writers aren’t we? ~Susan McMillan
I lost my biological mother at the age of 3. This summer I turn 34, it’s been years since mama passed on; went to be with the Lord. For those long years, I have watched my grandma grieve mama; her baby girl. Today, I lost one of the many women that raised and nurtured me.…… Continue reading When death strikes again!
Once trust is broken Walls are bound To go up! On a silver platter I served you my trust… You broke it! You shattered it To dust! On the same platter I took back the trust And built my Wall; Impenetrable! ~Susan McMillan
A lover’s heart Holds on tight As his love “fades” away; She can’t remember She won’t remember She will never know again He loves her so! ~Susan McMillan (For dementia victims)
Every teardrop Paints a picture Of words I fail to say. ~Susan McMillan
Being numb To being hurt For it’s familiar… ~Susan McMillan (Can a heart get used to being hurt?)
Rhythm In Life 