Nancy Ann Creed

  The Shadow in the Room My words mean nothing, they drift like falling leaves, Unheard and unvalued, while my spirit grieves,  speak into the vacuum of your cold indifference, Finding no echo, no bridge, no deliverance. My heart means nothing, it's a pulse, a quiet plea, For a glimmer of worth that you refuse to see, Beating against the cage of your neglectful gaze, Lost in the fog of these hollow, endless days. You do what you want, in your self-centered tide, With little care for me, or the pain I must hide, Sweeping through the hours with a callous disregard, While I am left to mend what you have torn and scarred. Significance fades, I am sealed by fate, An afterthought wrapped in isolation's state, Waiting on the periphery of your vibrant world, Like a banner forgotten, forever left unfurled. Until you need something, a favor to lend, Then I am important, a convenient friend, Suddenly the shadow gains a sudden, sharp light, And I am summoned briefly from t...

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