Nancy Ann Creed

  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. ...

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...

  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 Khoa Võ on Pexels.com A Ghost in the Neon Hum City’s plus, a symphony Footstep, whispers, horns’ blare, Unseen, unheard, a ghost I roam. I drift through crowded avenues where life flows fast, A silhouette of a story, a remnant of the past, You pass by, thoughts afar, Never noticing the shadow rear, My name, once a melody, now fades, My voice is just an echo in the concrete and the stone, A quiet plea for presence, in a world I walk alone, Neon lights, a path aglow, Darkness cloaks, from sight I hide, Creature of night, moon and stars my witness, The electric haze illuminated the distance in your eyes. While underneath the starlight, my true self quietly dies, Did you see me, truly see? In memory’s weave a thread for me? Or just a ghost, haunting your mind’s edge? A lingering impression of a soul you didn't keep, Lost within the shallow world while I am buried deep. More Work by Nancy Ann Creed The Shadow Realm Chronicles Maeve E-books payhip.co...

  Photo by Jeswin Thomas on Pexels.com The Quiet Outside The empty space of connection, the gathering, Pulses with a vibrant energy I only observe. It hums with plans already made, A detailed itinerary, a map of places where I do not go. My position is fixed: outside. I don't move; I only watch the colors of the evening fade From my window, a slow drain of warmth and light. My world is contained, defined by sitting in the light of what I know. The knowledge I possess is isolating, sharp: That laughter sounds much louder through a wall— Magnified by the barrier that separates their joy, A painful noise. And conversely, Silence is a heavy thing to wear, A cloak woven from unsaid words. It presses down, making breathing difficult. So, I maintain a silent vigil. I wait for pings, for any word at all, A simple notification, an anchor thrown, To prove that, in their minds, I’m standing there. The name of "friend," I embraced fully; We call them friends; I gave the...

https://www.backstage.com/magazine/article/mask-in-theater-explained-77455 The Curtain's Cost I am utterly exhausted by this relentless play, The heavy curtain of performance drawn too long. I cannot hold the hollow smile another day, To mask the deep, the aching emptiness that's wrong. The burden of a self that isn't mine to wear, To fit the mold you fashioned, cruel and tight, An agonizing stretch away from who I care To be—my own identity, eclipsed by your light. You see a project, a design that must be met, But tell me, why must the authentic me be cast aside? I am finished fabricating reasons I have set, For every thought and every reaction I can't hide. I've justified my nature to a vacant crowd, To people who, I now accept, simply don't care. The painful truth: my hope was spoken out loud, A unilateral effort lost on thin, cold air. I poured my heart to mend what broke between, But found no shared commitment, no reciprocal tide, A solitary s...

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 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...

  I thought you were my certain shield, The one true, steadfast, loyal friend. A naive conviction, now revealed, That you would stand until the end, No matter the storm, the challenge faced, Your full resolve, completely placed. I sought a fierce, unwavering vow, A pure defense, holding nothing back, A perfect pledge, as you know how, To guard my ground along the track. A hundred percent, my only plea, Undeniable fealty. But that fierce certainty is gone, A shattered faith, a painful lie. I wake to realize at dawn, I lack the worth that merits why— I'm not enough, I see it clear, To warrant that support so dear. The wound of 'sorry' is a slight, A shallow balm that cannot mend The hollow ache of broken light; It will not bring the hurt to end. For others hold a higher seat, They taste the loyalty I greet. And so, the starkest truth remains, A bitter draught I must consume: To face the isolating rains, To walk alone within the gloom. I must accept, in every plight, I st...

  Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com The Unspoken Question of Worth Am I a difficult person to be friends with? The question echoes in the lonely silence, A heavy query, weighted by repeated pain. I dissect each word, each passing glance, Seeking the flaw so visible to others' eyes, Yet stubbornly opaque, a shadow on my own stain. Am I too awkward, my presence a strain? Does nervousness stilt the practiced conversation? I rehearse the words, the balance I must find, To hold the moment, a calculated equation. But the words tumble out, a chaotic, hurried rush, Leaving the perfect moment behind. Am I too anxious, a constant, worrying hum? A fear of saying too much, of taking up space, Of simply being a burden, too large, too loud. This anxiety, palpable, a barrier I can't erase, A repellent field that pushes people away, Before a true connection is allowed. Do I forget to hold my tongue's sharp edge? I value honesty, perhaps too stark and free. I spea...