My entry for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Shelter.
If anyone is missing my Werewolf/Vampire/Witch saga I shall try to carry on next week.
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Shelter
Shelter is halfway up the hill
Reach it while there is light still
I have run so far yet not escaped
The blackness in which my life is caped.
Shelter is within my sight
The monster I must fight.
He leaves the bushes and heads for me.
No escape is all I see.
His tallons sharp rip out my heart
I cannot fight I don’t know where to start.
I cannot reach the shelter yet
But I know it’s there, I won’t forget.
Author: willowdot21
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Back in 2010 I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust. I will of been married 53yrs this comming year. I have found different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light.
My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and be as strong as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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Love it sis !
Thank you Sis, I wish he was a cookie monster 😊💜💜
No… he’d eat all.the cookies… and they’re mine 😁
Lol 😀 and that would never do!!💜
Never never!!! ❤
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After our conversation earlier, Willow, that last line is powerful xx
Yes and I truly mean it Sue. I can’t sort things today but I know I will. Thank you for listening. I know the shelter is there.💜💜💜💜
One step at a time… Hugs, Willow xx
Thank you Sue.💜
Beautiful ♡
A very powerful poem, Sis. It is hard to escape from the darkness but shelter is there, and you will make it. 🙂
Thanks Sis one day 💜
yes shelter is here xxx
I know and I will have it one day. 💜
xoxoxo
Thank you Sue💜
Pleas, please don’t forget!
I promise I won’t, thank you 💜🌹
Awe!
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Powerful poem, Willow.
Thank you, a heartfelt one 💜
This is a lovely poem, Willow
Thank you 💜 Robbie 💜🌹💜
Very good response to the prompt, Willow.
Thanks Robbie that one is heartfelt 💜