Nancy Ann Creed

Unveiling Secrets: A Journey of Heartbreak I once thought I was your confidante, That you told me everything, But now I see that I was wrong, That I was just another fool. You tell others things you’ve never told me, Secrets that you keep close, And I am left in the dark, To wonder what I did wrong. Am I not important to you? Am I not worthy of your trust? Or is there someone else you’ve chosen, To take my place in your heart? I don’t know the answers to these questions, But I do know that I’m hurt, And that I’m no longer sure, If I want to be a part of your life. The silence between us grows louder each day, A wall built of secrets and whispers untold, I watch from the sidelines as you drift away, Leaving memories turning fragile and cold. So I will step back from the shadows you cast, And guard the small pieces of heart that remain, No longer a prisoner to what's in the past, Learning to walk through the quiet and pain. More Works by Nancy Ann Creed Ebooks http://payhip.com/Nanc...

  Photo by Mantas Hesthaven on Unsplash The Space They Left I saved a seat for you so long, I learned to love the empty space, And hummed the verses of a song That time and silence would erase. You used to be a steady light, Or so my foolish eyes believed. But looking back in clearer sight, I see how deeply I was grieved. For friendship isn’t hide-and-seek, Where I am always left to find A minutes' scrap within your week, A fleeting afterthought of mind. "Too busy," was the familiar refrain, A shield you wore to keep at bay The text, the call, the quiet pain Of watching bonds just drift away. So let it be. No anger here. No bitter words to stain the past. The view ahead is sharp and clear, And freedom has arrived at last. I close the door without a slam, And walk into a warmer dawn. I’m remembering just who I am— I’m letting go, and moving on. More Works by Nancy Ann Creed https://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd

  Photo by Monstera Production on Pexels.com When is it Enough? How long must the open hand remain, When the other will not meet its strain? The core dilemma of the human tie, A painful question of loyalty, Endurance, and how much self-worth you'll spend, To reach a silence that will never end. How long does the title of "friend" hold true? When shared history's debt is overdue, And the present moment is marked by cold harm, Or the chilling indifference of a broken charm? When does the label become a hollow sound, A testament to what was, not what is found? Is the sacred practice of prayer still right, For a soul unconcerned with your day or night? Does intercession become a painful toll, A thankless rite for a disregarding soul? The spirit's commitment is tested and frayed, By the walls of betrayal that have been laid. When they tarnish your name with calculated lies, How long do you absorb the pain behind your eyes? When they won’t speak, a barrier high...