Tag: writing

  • Weather

    When the weather started to turn  All I could feel was the burn  Of all the lies that were told  From the days of old  Wondering what I had been expecting in return 

  • Stolen Plants

    Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash  What brought me to the porch wasn’t wall color, but the plant that had been stolen off my own front porch.  The plant where my single flash drive was buried.  Without that flash drive, I could forget any future plans.  I would not wake up tomorrow with the freedom I was currently experiencing.  Was the theft of my favorite plant an accident?  Or…

  • Foggy Windows

    Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash  I watched the window of the cafe fog and I knew what I needed to do.  If I could get across the street without being seen, no one would be the wiser.  I knew I only had ten minutes before Alex would return, so I headed toward the door.  The rain would cover any tracks I would leave behind for Alex.  I could…

  • Trudging

    Photo by Johannes Andersson on Unsplash  As I watched the elk, I knew my life was in for a change.  I knew what Jackson’s future held and there was no space in my future for him.  All he knew how to do was to hold me back.  At first, I thought his questions were sweet as if he was wanting to get to know me.  His questions morphed into…

  • Water

    When it comes to water pollution   I wish there was an easy solution  But people don’t seem to care  Which these days, was not so rare  The Earth needs a revolution 

  • Waterfalls

    Photo by MUHAMMAD KAMRAN KHAN on Unsplash  I knew hiding behind the waterfall was the only place I would be safe.  He thought I had never learned how to swim, but that was not the only lie I had told him.  I had been trying to get out from under his clutches for years and this might be the break I…

  • New Life

    Photo by Jocke Wulcan on Unsplash  As soon as I saw the house, I knew I was home.  That I was finally ready to start my new life.  A life where Jeremy would never find me.  I knew he would never follow me across an ocean to a country where he wouldn’t understand the language.  In a country whose native language isn’t English,…

  • Future Life

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  As soon set over the mountains, I wondered what my next step would be.  Would I continue on with my dream or should I turn back and return to the life every expected of me?  The missed calls on my phone meant my family was not supportive of my decision, but I knew I couldn’t let them make my decisions for…

  • Protection

    This is the key to your apartment  Look into your own compartment  You were protecting yourself  And putting my feelings on the shelf  Like you are a part of the justice department 

  • Not My Home

    “This isn’t my home.  Do not leave me here.”  Michaela stopped at stomping her foot, but angrily crossed her arms in front of her chest.  I sighed heavily, knowing she wouldn’t remember this conversation in the morning.  I turned back toward the kitchen we shared to get her a glass of water and see if we had any food she would eat.  I didn’t know what she had…