A little goes a long, long way- A little thought that wakes my day That maybe when I’m feeling low, I’ll submit myself to letting go. Letting anger, sadness, fear Float away and disappear- Responding to some stimuli With barely but a blinking eye. But deep inside, there’s something “wrong” That fills me up with … Continue reading Sunday Struggles…
Author: CaliStray
Follow me, and we can step through the shadowed forests of mental illness together. I struggle with Bi-Polar Disorder, Anxiety, and PTSD, likely triggered by an abusive and neglectful set of parents and some traumatic life events. Though I try to stay positive, I am healing through my writing and not every healthy moment looks pretty. I am honest, raw, and forthcoming with my issues.
Left Behind.
I don’t remember what it was Not to have you around. Everyday, a dream- a Frozen, lost Fog filtered every thought. All I could sense was my own Broken heart. “Left behind”, those words Encompassed my being. ~*~*~ Why wasn’t she enough To keep you here, where you could love without the strain of … Continue reading Left Behind.
The Village on the Island – Part 1
Do you remember the stories of the light tower that signaled the return of sailors from the sea? Back then, the village only sent one ship out at a time, and the ship would be gone for anywhere from six to twelve months depending on the provisions they were sent with. Every man was expected … Continue reading The Village on the Island – Part 1
On “Unanswered” Prayers
Ashes drifted lazily, carrying a message to the heavens. It said: “Who needs your help now that the flames of hell have reaped another soul from the useless hope in my unheard prayers?” The tears of a child fell from the face of a man, who’s burning anguish was answered with rain. Lost in the … Continue reading On “Unanswered” Prayers
Still Trapped.
There is no way to cleanse you from my blood; the DNA that spreads through me, entangled in a history of you and us and insanity, is permanently tattooed on my life like the ink in my skin that reminds me, each day, to move on. I scrub myself red and raw, crying to empty … Continue reading Still Trapped.
A Cleanse – Prose for Dverse
Exhaustion overwhelms her small frame as she relaxes into her father’s old reclining chair. Soft candlelight dances against the off-white walls of the sitting room, forming the shadows of recognizable faces between the furnishings. She gazes into their familiar eyes, yearning for their found peace, but hesitant to leave behind the familiarity of life. They … Continue reading A Cleanse – Prose for Dverse
Maiden
Petals drip from golden hair, which drops so lightly from her head. Rouge rubbed softly in her cheeks, she hums a tune of soft repress. Bluer lace wrapped round her neck- a navy noose adorned with gems. Wrapping silks of whites and reds, she wraps her mind around the end. While teardrops wake in emerald … Continue reading Maiden
