• Susan commented on the post, wolf 1 year, 5 months ago

    There was a time in my life when I was afraid to cry. There were so many times that I tried to get help but no one was listening. It was as if I had cried wolf so many times that my words no longer held value. But i never cried wolf. I only cried for help. No one hears me.

  • Susan commented on the post, wolf 1 year, 5 months ago

    There was a time in my life when I was afraid to cry. There were so many times that I tried to get help but no one was listening. It was as if I had cried wolf so many times that my words no longer held value. But i never cried wolf. I only cried for help. No one is listening.

  • Susan commented on the post, wolf 1 year, 5 months ago

    There was a time in my life when I was afraid to cry. There were so many times that I tried to get help but no one was listening. It was as if I had cried wolf so many times that my words no longer held value. But i never cried wolf. I only cried for help.

  • Susan commented on the post, breakthrough 2 years ago

    I don’t know what is going through my mind, it’s so scrambled and shattered. At some point I know that I will reach a breakthrough, but for now I feel like crying.

  • Susan commented on the post, anthem 2 years, 1 month ago

    What have we become? The National Anthem plays in the background as president trump walks across the podium accepting his award. NO!!!!!!!!!!

  • Susan commented on the post, humorous 2 years, 1 month ago

    I can’t help but look at my situation as humorous. I always thought I would be the one to get away from this place, this poverty and make something of myself. That didn’t happen. All my life I have felt stuck. I have to think it’s humorous or I will cry.

  • Susan commented on the post, wayward 2 years, 1 month ago

    She looked out the window and couldn’t believe her eyes. Driving down the path to her house was the Impala……..and Dean was driving. She couldn’t help but start singing, “carry on my wayward son…..

  • Susan commented on the post, symbolic 2 years, 1 month ago

    Oh, but now when I think of a dungeon I will always think of you. . It’s supposed to be a good thing, a little secret joke between us, but the symbolic meaning of a dungeon isn’t lost on me. It’s torture knowing you, when I can’t have you.

  • Susan commented on the post, swerve 2 years, 1 month ago

    She looked out the window at the blue sky with white puffy clouds floating like marshmellows in hot chocolate. Her heart was full as she saw the car swerve around the tree coming up the driveway.

  • Susan commented on the post, submerged 5 years, 11 months ago

    I was submerged up to my neck. My feet were still touching the bottom of the lake, but barely. I can’t believe that I haven’t panicked yet. My mind is racing and my heart pounding as I feel my feet slipping

  • Susan commented on the post, square 6 years, 6 months ago

    I am not square. I am more of a triangle. Not a circle either. It is what it is!

  • Susan commented on the post, insect 7 years, 1 month ago

    The little green bill sorted through the tall green grass looking for the perfect snack. The little tasty morsel that we call insect sounds perfect to my waterfowl friend.

  • Susan commented on the post, entrée 7 years, 1 month ago

    As I sat at the table getting ready to order my entree I wondered what he thought of me. Does he think I am too short? Too chubby? Is my hair to fluffy? As I wondered these things, my thoughts turned to him. […]

  • Susan commented on the post, sound 7 years, 1 month ago

    I hear a sound coming from the cage on the floor. It is a series of chirps followed by an occassional quack. Every once in a while I will here a soft squirt. Ducklings….who would have thought I would have a […]