Nancy Ann Creed

  Photo by elaf on Pexels.com Ink the Bleeds It is the quiet room I build at midnight when the heavy world is finally fast asleep, a bridge between the shadow and the sunlight, and a vault for all the secrets I must keep. It is a tapestry of dark and ancient magic, where urban realms and phantom worlds collide, a canvas for the sweeping and the tragic, and the truths we are too terrified to hide. It is a shield against the weight of long tomorrows, a way to capture light within the gray, to anchor joy, to give a voice to sorrows, and mold the things I can't simply say. It is the ink that bleeds when hearts are breaking, the steady pulse beneath a restless hand, the quiet art of letting go and making a world that I can finally understand. More Works by Nancy Ann Creed Ebooks http://payhip.com/NancyAnnCreed Ebooks & Paperbacks Maeve http://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd

  Photo by Валерия Шкода on Pexels.com The Weight of Unshared Burdens I'm carrying a secret, One I can't share. If I told anyone, They'd be filled with despair. It locks away my thoughts, And shadows all my days. A silent storm inside, Lost in a winding maze. I'm afraid of what they'll think, Of how they'll react. I don't want to hurt them, So I'll keep this to myself. The truth could shatter bonds, And break the fragile trust. So I will wear this mask, Because I know I must. I'm carrying this burden, All alone. It's heavy and it's painful, But I know I can't let it go. No shoulder to lean on, No hand to guide my way. I walk this lonely road, Further into the gray. I need to find a way to deal with this, To find a way to cope. I can't keep living like this, With this secret weighing me down. I search for just a spark, To clear this heavy air. To find some inner peace, And ease this dark despair. ...

  Photo by ChurchArt Online on Pexels.com Destined For Greatness You are a radiant dawn, the breaking light, The guiding star that shines so ever bright Seize the day, make it count, Failure's not your final moment. You are the hope that fuels our spirits high, With boundless strength to reach for the sky. Success is yours if you believe it true, There is nothing at all you can’t do. You own the courage that conquers darkest fears, The strong inspiration that elevates and dries all the tears. Never surrender your dreams to doubt’s deep shade, Not let fear paralyze the progress you have made. Make no mistake, you are unique and bright. Let your internal essence shine both day and night Flourish and grow until you reach your peak. Blossom and thrive in the honest truths you speak. Reach for the stars while they are in your hand, And soar high above across this waiting land Venture forth and leave an indelible mark, As your talents are unfurled from the silent dark. Your cap...

  Photo by Mike González on Pexels.com The Echo of Regret: A Vow Against Futility The shadow falls, a failure in my sight, Disappointment's echo, haunting day and night. Regret's cold hand upon my waking thought, A hollow dream, the battle that we fought. A profound, persistent ache resides within, A deep, visceral wound where grief begins. Each time the news arrives, a soul has gone, The numbers climb, yet tragedy lives on. For those now lost within the heavy fog, This deep despair, no fleeting shadow slog, It raises questions that torment the soul: How could we shield them, how regain control? What could I, personally, have done to reach, To pull them back, beyond the final beach? Why do such vibrant lives, with potential vast, End in this final, devastating, broken blast? The pain, a sickening, immediate jolt, A punch that leaves me breathless and unbolt. Another one lost, a cycle we can't cease, The repetition numbs, yet sharp remains the piece. A desperate cry...

  Photo by  Annie Spratt  on  Unsplash A Silent Farewell I hide myself away, retreating from the world’s harsh light, To hide from those I fear, the shadows that invade the night. The whispers and the judging eyes, they pierce me to the core, So I draw the curtains closed, and lock the heavy door. I hide myself away, within this solitary keep, A silent farewell for now, while deeper secrets sleep. The silence of this self-made cell becomes a heavy shroud, I cried myself to sleep, a soundless weeping in the crowd. To hide and weep, my body shaking with the strain, To hide and weep, to wash away the bitter, throbbing pain. Each tear a wasted moment, falling in the deep, As promises I couldn’t keep haunt me while I sleep. A sharp regret now cuts the air: Why did I waste so much time? Consumed by baseless fear, an unforgivable, self-made crime. To fear what they say, the empty words that hold no weight, To let their careless judgments seal my solitary fate. I should have...

Photo by  Greg Rakozy  on  Unsplash Sponges and the Soul Some people are like sponges. They soak up whatever is around them, And then pour it out on others. When they are with good people, They absorb your goodness, And then pour it out on others. When they are around toxic people, They become like them, And then pour it out on others. Don’t be a sponge. Know who you are. Beware of sponges and always be the good person So the sponges can soak up your goodness. More Works by Nancy Ann Creed https://books2read.com/u/m25Ygdv

  Photo by Nicole Michalou on Pexels.com Holiday Bliss The year turns slow, a measured, quiet grace, The final, faded green surrenders place. The frost begins to cling, a crystal sheen, Upon the windowpane, a painted scene. And through the air, a certain sweet note rings, The hushed anticipation that it brings. The scent of pine, a memory held dear, The flicker of the flame that conquers fear. The simple joy of calling out a name, A bond rekindled in the hearth's warm frame. For in this season, when the world grows dim, We gather close—the sturdy branch upon the limb. The laughter spills from kitchens warm and bright, A symphony of comfort, pure delight. Reflecting back the twinkling festive light, That chases shadows from the longest night. The worn traditions, comforting and deep, The silent vows the generations keep. The treasured tales the passing years will house, Whispered from grandmother to the spouse. A mother’s gentle touch, a father’s quiet gaze, The simple, stu...

  Photo by Ismael Sánchez on Pexels.com I am broken. The words, sharp and unwarranted, slice through the fragile shell I built. Tiny, invisible blades, their power immense, carving my heart into scattered, irreparable pieces. My carefully constructed dreams, ambitious plans, vital goals— all crumble before this onslaught, a lifetime of building reduced to dust. My essence, fractured, lies on the cold floor. Why do these ephemeral sounds, mere vibrations in the air, hurt so? Why grant them such devastating power, to tear the fabric of our being, to leave us utterly immobilized? With a deep, shuddering breath, I rise. Muscles protest, heavy with despair. I kneel, picking mangled, bleeding pieces from the unforgiving floor, cradling the remnants, a silent cry. I try, with feverish intensity, to mend— reaching for glue, tape, harsh staples. But none of them hold. The cracks are too deep, the breaks too fundamental. A heart shattered by words cannot be fixed by physical objects...

  Photo by  Andrew Small  on  Unsplash A Flower A flower blooms in the soft morning light, A silent promise of enduring might. Spreading its delicate petals, a vibrant hue, Out to the warmth, the life-giving sun, shining anew. The celestial rhythm, the sun’s grand ballet, It rises with hope, and then fades away. Each day a fresh chapter, a pristine, clean slate, A boundless opportunity, sealed by no fate. Each new dawn brings a chance for profound, lasting change, To break free from confines, to truly rearrange. Each passing hour holds a chance for true greatness to bloom, To conquer the darkness and dispel all the gloom. Each single day is a new chance to reach for the dream, To fuel the deep passion, the bright, inner gleam. The flower drinks deep of the sun’s golden shower, Sustained by the light in this fleeting, sweet hour. It unfurls its beauty, a joy to behold and to see, Sharing its splendor with all, wild and free. Be like the flower, resilient and bold, Let...