Mytwosentences 134 (side story continues)



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)
(Photo: Edward Roads)

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

Photo taken from Google Images

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