Creative Writer Meets The World

Emotions are more than just fickle feelings, Are more than just happiness or being sad, Than feeling depressed or lonely, Or being in despair or pain, Emotions are not something that just go away, Or fade into distant memory, They are something that hold to the depth of your heart, The depth of your soul,           The depth of your life, They hide in the recess of your mind, And prickle up when you are unaware, They catch you off guard, When you want to hid, Emotions are more than just passing feelings, Those that might just stay around a little while, And play with your heart, And play with your mind, And keep you thinking of those past times, Keep you thinking about things that were buried deep, Deep into your heart and soul, Deep where you thought were no longer, Where you start remembering the good times, And not just the bad of yesterday, Emotions are more than just a passing thought, ...

Cigarette smoke is the one thing I have been able to connect with my asthma as a sensitivity, something that my asthma seems to act up on when I smell it or around people who are smoking.   Dealing with smokers when you have them in the family has been a hardship for me, I love spending time with my husband’s family as they accepted me from the moment they met me, but after the asthma attack during Christmas and the three weeks of an upper respiratory infection with a bit of pneumonia in January I have had to be leery.   It is very difficult for one that has asthma to not be able to do certain things due to their breathing issues, and it can be a difficult thing to get others to understand if they have no history with any breathing issues.             Chest pain from the coughing attacks can leave you weak and exhausted, this feeling of tiredness leaving you with no energy or being able to truly think.   Migr...

Even though none are perfect, So many seem to not deal with the hurt and pain, That seems to steam from mine, The many hidden secrets, The lack of communication, The pride that steams from each person, And the lack of closeness, Although I grew up not expecting much, Most of my life it has always been my mom and I, And we would joke about us against the world, But other than my grandmother, Most of my family wasn’t there often growing up, Some wasn’t known until I was in Junior High, As my grandmother gave up the first three of her kids, And by the that time they had families of their own, Through the families that adopted them, Being an only child was rough at times, Although I had friends, I never had the experience of a sibling, My real father never once has claimed me, And through him I have a half-brother, The world has been difficult for me, Looking to see how many had others around them, Even if it was Uncles or Aunts, Brother...