Mytwosentences 134 (side story continues)

Mytwosentences

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When I pressed my glowering face against the cold window to get better focus, cheek and glass vibrated in consonance as resonating rumbles of thunder rolled low across a threatening sky.
Inside my muddled mind, a bone-dry sugarcane field burned and fusty senses turned tourbillion as a flash punch cracked the glass and snapped me back to the cellar floor.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 123)
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Written by Edward Roads

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New Beginnings

Dearest Someone,

It’s the first day of Spring, which is pretty impressive – honestly I think I’ve plodded, waded and crawled through some odd, intense times over the past months (years to be exact, but that’s a whole other can of worms). I started a new job last October, which I love, and I’m really enjoying, at the same time I also started EMDR (eye movement desensitisation reprocessing) therapy, while trying to finish up my Masters degree. So, to be fair, it’s been a pretty intense few months, without the whole mental illness thing. I use the term ‘thing’ almost ironically, as my view of my struggles is apparently quite light-hearted right now. However, that’s because I’m being reflective, reflective of all the ups and downs (the horribly intense downs), the moments where I thought there was no possible way I could make it through the next hour, yet alone to Spring.

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The Things We Do For Love

The Lonely Author

img_0156The Things We Do For Love

Amelie kept a secret
She never revealed in poems
against her doctor’s orders
love grew inside her womb
Hidden from the world
An illness beyond words
She penned a fatal sacrifice
her masterpiece to the world
nine months her secret grew
until she birthed a little girl
breathtaking beyond her prose
Amelie drew her final breathe

Some surrender their heart
Others relinquish their soul
Amelie chose to give herself
The things we do for love

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