Nancy Ann Creed

  Made by Nancy Ann Creed using Canva.com Celebrating Friends: A Heartfelt Ode I will cherish the friends I have today, And know that they will always be there. Through every storm and changing tide, They walk beside me, side by side. Their presence is a steady beacon in the dark, A comforting warmth, a creative spark. So let us raise a glass to friendship, And all the joy it brings. To the laughter shared in brighter days, And paths that guide our different ways. We toast to the secrets told late at night, And the bonds that keep our spirits light. To the friends we have, and those we’ve lost, May we always be close. Though time and distance may divide, Their memory stays safe inside. No matter where the road of life may lead, A true friend is a treasure indeed. More Works by Nancy Ann Creed Raise a Glass to Friendship Raise a Glass to Friendship by Nancy Ann Creed (@nancyanncreed). Listen and make your own on Suno. suno.com Ebooks http://payhip.com/NancyAnnCreed Ebooks & Pape...

  The Quiet Night A struggle to belong, to find my place, Stumbling through life, mistakes I embrace. Blunders and missteps, a shadow they cast, Day after day, the die seems to be cast. Disliked, an outsider, I feel it so deep, Friendly smiles, a facade I can't keep. Loneliness lingers, a constant despair, Do they truly care, is anyone there? Grappling with doubt, uncertainty's sting, What am I doing wrong, what sorrow I bring? Isolation suffocates, a heavy embrace, Is solitude's path the one I must chase? Different, I may be, a truth hard to face, Do I belong here, in this crowded space? Perhaps it's time to accept what's in sight, A solitary journey, into the quiet night. More Writings by Nancy Ann Carber Ebooks http://payhip.com/NancyAnnCreed Ebooks & Paperbacks Maeve http://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd

Photo by  Uday Mittal  on  Unsplash The Unwritten Lessons of Connection   I lost the ones I thought would be An immutable part of my life's tapestry, Woven forever. Their sudden fraying left A hollow space, of laughter now bereft. A loss not just of presence, but of promised time, Of futures guaranteed, of permanence sublime. I lost the endless, open channel's flow, The casual intimate, the profound talk's low. The message history remains, a silent tomb, But the living dialogue has met its doom. I lost the shared language, the inside joke's release, The easy flow of thought that came with sustained peace. I lost. And yet, a nagging question stays: How to reclaim it all through monumental days? More honest now, a deeper query rings: Do I want the fragments back, the broken things, Or is this void an opportunity instead, For a different, stronger rebuilding from the dead? I am Socially Impaired, a deep deficiency, No compass for connection's subtle geography. I cannot...

  Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com They claim the name of "friend," a title bright, Yet stand as distant as the stars' cold light. Their voices, once a vibrant, clear refrain, Now reach the ear as faint, distorted pain, Lost, perhaps, in some far, forgotten bar. They speak of history, of shared delight, A woven tapestry of days gone by, But in this stark and unforgiving now, Only their deep, loud silence makes a vow— A painful echo, truer than their word. A Hollow Bond What lingers is a hollow, empty shell, A bond without true grace or truth to tell. A fleeting shadow, swift to disappear, Leaving no trace upon the heart held dear. How dare they wear that loyal title still, When constant absence proves against their will A bond untrue, a pretense built on air? Friendship's true essence is betrayed by care And presence that they utterly withhold, A story of detachment, stark and cold. Unkept Promises and Letting Go This fragile friendship rose on broken ground, Of ...

  Photo by Abby Kihano on Pexels.com My Light A steady beacon, you appear, When shadows gather and I fear The path ahead is lost and gone In darkness where I walk alone. The sole voice of my reason's plea, The anchor of reality, When the world spins with chaotic strife, You are the breath that restores my life. A silent force, you bring me peace, A quiet, beautiful release. Let tempests rage and gales descend, Let the harsh winds their fury lend. Let towering waves crash on the shore, Threatening to consume all. Yet, armed with our bond's deep might, We will endure, we will unite. Unbroken, we will conquer all, Our spirit standing strong and tall. A lighthouse in the darkest squall, Together, we will never fall. While others scatter sparks of joy, And fill my days without alloy, Their collective light, a vibrant beat, Is not the power to complete. They give my life its rhythm's art, And cause the beating of my heart. But it is you, the vital source, The enduring love, ...