I have a voice. Though it is often ignored or, at best, brushed aside like swatting an insistent mosquito, it is there. The murmur inside raising itself to screams, comes to the surface as mere whispers, so easily dismissed. And yet, I scream and rage, projecting inside so loudly that I cannot hear the outside world, and the echoes of my thoughts reverberating within my head deplete the energy to utter the words I want them to hear. My desires and needs go unspoken because I am unable to push… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on September 1, 2012 at 12:09pm —
Watching the leaves sway to the music of the wind that I cannot hear but feel ever so slightly brings calm and peace to my heart and mind. This time of the day is my favorite. The quiet soothes and prepares me for what is to come. Sitting on my porch, I am washed with a feeling of awe at God's work that I forget to notice as the day's pressures weigh down. The red-headed woodpecker is already at work while the squirrels are playing in the treetops, and the birds sing their songs to each other… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on June 9, 2011 at 8:56am —
I was here today, tip-toeing silently through the familiar path behind a mask that you don’t know. I was here today, timid in my unfamiliarity of new faces and new names behind masks I don’t know. You were here today, as you always are, providing a sense of comfort for the prodigal’s daughter trying to return. The familiar, the unfamiliar, abandonment and return---sigh---yes, you were here today scolding and reassuring me in the style that is yours and yours alone. It’s been a very long… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on April 12, 2011 at 3:02pm —
Now this is something the computer geniuses got completely right! Wouldn't it be nice to have that button that simply starts new a day, a moment, a conversation over that has not been saved;therefore it has not yet been committed to memory? One click that simply wipes it all clean. So much better than the reset as that would erase everything, and that's just not my style. There is no hassle of going back and deleting a thing, and there is no record it was ever even there Refresh....sounds… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on January 15, 2011 at 12:31am —
In a room of my choosing, there is no security leak here.
Only I hold the key, the combination, the means for escape.
It's really better this way: you have to trust that.
I used to write, but it became too easy for others to steal and use my words against me.
And so now, I protect them by staying silent-dying with each unspoken word.
It really is better this way: I have to trust that.
Added by Michelle Davis on December 29, 2010 at 10:40am —
In a life of chaos, moments of stillness happen far too infrequently. The moments that set you back up, balanced and right-side up, when even your own mind lets go and allows the only sound in your universe to be that of your own rhythmic breathing are such rare occurrences that you forget they even exist until one surprises you. For just one moment, the clarity is like none you have known, and you just are. There is absolutely nothing else in that moment, and it is a beautiful moment.… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on November 14, 2010 at 11:29pm —
I need to write, yet the synapses of my brain refuse to push the words from the mush in my head, down my arm and through my fingers. Fingers which seem suitable for only mundane, habitual and repetitive action move but creative nothing. Dormant words cutter my mind leaving me frustrated at the attempt to push, sweep or clean them out. Knowing that a few short strokes could, in fact, leave me feeling somewhat satisfied, yet I am left in misery at the inability to move them along. I am bloated… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on November 9, 2010 at 7:10pm —
As helpless and unwilling as Fortunato, I watch as the wall materializes before me, barring me from the life I so desperately desire. At one time, I worked feverishly to remove each brick as it was placed, yet now I feel myself shackled in place, and can only watch as the rock and mortar pile higher and higher, isolating me from the world I once knew.
I am left gasping, trying to break the chains that hold me rooted and out of reach of the wall. I scream out, yet no one hears me… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on September 27, 2010 at 3:11pm —
Mira looked at her reflection and wondered who the person staring back at her was exactly. In the past few weeks she had aged at least ten years, and the small carry-on bags that had hung gently below her eyes had become full blown, extra-large luggage bags without the benefit of wheels to help carry the load. Small lines that had simply added depth to her smile around her mouth and eyes were now major geographical waterways that had carried more than their fair share of rain in the past… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on September 21, 2010 at 4:50pm —
The mirror reflects what I have known all along and what you so desperately try to hide. Look closely, my "friend," there are cracks everywhere upon the glass surface and upon the shell you try to manipulate. What I see, though, are deeper than the surface imperfections: I see your soul, your true self, your sins (though you would never admit to that now would you?). And like a greedy, rich kid, you try to eliminate all competition so that you alone are the sole heir by slashing at me with your… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on September 18, 2010 at 12:46am —
Carefully, and with confident assurance she stacked the cards one by one, building a solid foundation-easy enough. The second level took more concentration and skill; at times, it even required holding her breath for seconds at a time. Progressively higher she crafted the house, though more difficult now, she skillfully placed each piece in the perfect place and position, and she worked long hours each day building the perfect home. Precarious though the structure felt at times, she managed to… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on September 3, 2010 at 11:28pm —
The weight of her words were nothing whether she screamed or whispered them into the air. The wind seemed somehow to simply carry them away before anything could register on the eardrum. There were days when her mouth moved with constant motion and still no one heard a thing. Others days her lips were still and the only reason anyone noticed was because there was lack of motion. Eventually she stopped even trying to form the words as the effort seemed as pointless as giving a blind man a… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on September 1, 2010 at 10:50pm —
What if I had done more and expected less of you in the short time you were here? What if I had taken your side on everything and never said no? What if I had come into your life at a much earlier age and coddled and protected you from the pain of a growing boy, or what if i had actually given birth to the round cheeked, blonde headed, blue eyed boy you were to become? What if I had somehow loved you more because my heart is clearly not enough? And if I had, would you have still stolen from… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on August 26, 2010 at 11:10pm —
You know, I taught a creative writing class once and our motto for the year was: "C Dub (their nickname for the class), where strangers become writers and writers become family.". You have all done this on some level for me over the last few weeks and for that I am eternally grateful. Each in some way threw a life line or floatation device to keep my head from slipping beneath the surface entirely. Some even stretched out their own hands holding me up until I could tread water once more. I felt… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on August 23, 2010 at 11:06pm —
The sun is shining today. I can see it peaking through the leaves and bathing the drought scorched ground in the yard. It's been hotter than hell for weeks with blistering temperatures of record setting heat, but I haven't really noticed. Obsession and consumption of the mind has a way of blocking out the things right in front of you. In fact, I may not even see it all tomorrow, but for now I can see the light and beautiful blue sky-the sounds of life around me in the birds and… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on August 21, 2010 at 11:15am —
Lost in an endless black night, unable to see or comprehend the surroundings, like a child ignorant of the looming danger, I totter on the cliff's edge. Conscious of the drop, but unable to gauge the distance, I feel pulled to the sheer drop. Emotions have wrapped themselves tightly around my face so that I can neither see nor breathe in the relief that my heart tells me is there. Lines of worry, fear, and pain have etched out the words "even the mightiest too shall fall" across my countenance… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on August 18, 2010 at 10:59pm —
.......my last post for a while.....
How do you keep breathing with an invisible hole that stifles the beating of your heart and your child becomes lost to you, letting one go to save others? How do you keep moving forward for those left behind when you can't even remember how to put one foot in front of the other? How do you function when horrific lies become truth for those willing and eager to believe? How do you keep faith when you know truth has been beaten, raped, and left for… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on August 14, 2010 at 4:51pm —
The newly sewn quilt pieced tough fabric and strong stitching together into the most beautiful of creations. Years of meticulous care and planning were taken by the seamstress in its design. Seven pieces of the most durable cloth were gathered and used, and then they were laid out 'just so' until all of the ends came together into one finished piece of art. Harmonious existence between the pieces reigned until the fingers of others who wove with hate and jealousy began to slowly, and delicately… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on August 9, 2010 at 11:30pm —
The demon's eyes glowed with the red of alcohol induced rage. Her teeth filed to points, though to simply look at her no one could tell. Her claws ripped at his skin, tearing to pieces flesh, dreams, and hope. The killing was not a quick one, and the months of slow death, that took Jack from the family he loved, ended, finally with his heart resting in the demon's hand. The evil grin of triumph and his heart, willing itself to continue pumping, were the last two things he saw before submitting… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on August 3, 2010 at 8:41pm —
I was on the cusp of six and was as excited as any 5 year old can be at the dawning of a new age: birthdays had always been wonderful events in my life. My mom's new marriage, the move to a new town, and new family close by only added to my excitement, and I felt compelled to share the news with everyone. "My birthday is in two weeks (and progressively counting down)," was my favorite thing to say during those days. With just a few short days until the big event, I had to share my excitement… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on July 28, 2010 at 7:13pm —