It is slipping through my fingers, I cannot catch it before it is too late
Slow motion drawls the hateful words and still they come
I am trapped, frozen by fear I want to scream ‘Stop the anger stop the hate.’
The things, the people I love the most are being pushed away
No way back so much said
A torrent from one side, a deluge of words. Silence from the other. Nothing to say?
Stop it please God help before the link is cut and my heart is dead.
Shut up, shut off those stupid Christmas adverts they are not true
Happy families, hearth and home all safe and happy, snow falling?
Too many festive days have ended in tears, a look a word …. you know that is true.
It is making me ill with worry it is eating me up, I do not know the line they are calling.
Words said in haste cannot be taken back so easily , they get stuck they mutate
Meanings get changed, the truth slips away through the cracks, it sneers
Twisting and pulling the situation out of control. This is too much to contemplate.
I cannot see how they can find their way back, Too much testosterone , it will end in my tears.
Yea Mark
willowdot21 
Nov 19, 2014 @ 02:47:32
Well written Willow.
Nov 19, 2014 @ 06:49:54
Thanks Paul.xxx
Nov 19, 2014 @ 07:22:32
I’d say many recognise these sentiments. Well said, Willow.
Nov 19, 2014 @ 07:54:27
Very often things get so stressed as Christmas approaches so much is expected. All you see are the beautifully made but completely over the top TV adverts which do not help the struggling family,single mum, family at war or anyone normal. I have had too many stressful Christmas to be sucked in anymore. Call me a grump but you cannot please everyone all of the time. This week has seen us locked in a family row which I hope can be sorted today. Hence my angxt. Oh! Sorry you did not deserve a rant. xxx
Nov 19, 2014 @ 07:58:58
Fingers crossed all will be resolved. Life’s too short and all that!
Nov 19, 2014 @ 08:21:08
Yes you are so right.
Nov 19, 2014 @ 17:59:35
Such a tug of war. So much angst. Hope the noise level drops and resolutions come of this. ❤ ❤ ❤ Well done as usual.
Nov 19, 2014 @ 19:49:55
No sign of any results yet!! xxx
Nov 20, 2014 @ 00:42:15
*sigh* Sorry to hear that.
Nov 20, 2014 @ 06:26:00
😦
Nov 20, 2014 @ 15:44:57
I know those feelings!
Nov 20, 2014 @ 16:07:51
I know we all do! xxx
Nov 20, 2014 @ 18:41:50
Earth is borne of devil
Evils pass these lands
Falls on we to revel
in greener pasture lands.
So whence the devil’s wind blow
and your heart should rage below
cross your crucifix, dear friend
and on these words bestow:
Lord for I am worthy,
I alone your shining light –
Darkness can only scurry
as I wield your wondrous might.
So when devils portray me
and life’s joys betray me –
and others just belay me –
Remember only this:
’tis I who is sun
’tis I who is might.
Forever I will conquer the Devil’s night.
We must plant the seed of our own green pastures, Willow, amongst the weeds and stones Satan has placed there. Toss them to the side. Use the rotting weeds as fertilizer, and the stones as a wind-break wall.
A rant for a rant! Hope things start looking upwards…..
Nov 20, 2014 @ 21:20:19
Thank you John as ever you speak the truth …sadly no improvement just yet! xxx
Nov 22, 2014 @ 00:32:06
…. every year 😦
Nov 22, 2014 @ 04:08:29
Every year something.
Nov 22, 2014 @ 04:40:03
I am always filled with dread. There is always , always, something. You’d think having daughters in law would help balance the testosterone. Uh uh. Nope. Just more words and emotions and expectations in the swirling maelstrom. Especially expectations. Bah. Humbug. :;(
Nov 22, 2014 @ 06:28:46
Oh! Amen Bah ! Humbug !!! 😦
Nov 22, 2014 @ 06:33:29
Though I should of said sorry you too are filled with dread, sending you hugs. ❤
Nov 22, 2014 @ 07:02:47
Actually I dreadmore than holidays. Idread the backlash of how awful I feel
Nov 22, 2014 @ 08:26:31
Oh! Bear we beat ourselves up so much and why? ❤ xxx
Nov 22, 2014 @ 07:05:03
❤ ❤ ❤
Nov 22, 2014 @ 15:26:42
I’m fine. Though your hugs are appreciated. Thank you, and back to you.
Too much work. I barely get through the ordinary days.
I still say: Bah . Humbug.
Nov 22, 2014 @ 15:36:54
Me too!