Nancy Ann Creed

  Survivor. Shadow-walker . Keeper of secrets the Realm tried to bury. I don’t fear the dark; I’ve learned to command it. 🗡️ Defying the Chronicles , one shadow at a time. MAEVE  https://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd MATTHEW  https://books2read.com/u/bzNZYj JUSTIN  https://books2read.com/u/mBKzLZ MAURELLE https://books2read.com/u/bzN19D ANNBELLE  https://books2read.com/u/bWqEkx Carillon  https://books2read.com/u/38anZV  (COMING MARCH 1, 2026)

The Unanswered Call The silence stretches, wide and deep, a space Where my small 'hello' falls without a trace. I check my phone, a habit worn and true, A faint, false hope that maybe it's from you. The thread of connection, I'm the one who weaves, The constant opener, the one who believes That if I pause, if I just let it be, The silence would grow to infinity. I map the distance, gauge the growing gap, And I'm the one who always has to tap Upon the glass, the careful, gentle nudge, To prove our bond isn't built on a grudge. I know your news, the triumphs and the strife, Because I ask about your life. I hold the mirror, catching all the light, And listen late into the lonely night. But oh, dear friend, a quiet, simple plea: Sometimes I wonder, do you think of me? When the dark shadows start to close me in, And my own battle is where I begin.. I wish just once, without a prompting word, The unexpected check-in would be heard. To see a message, a small, unsolicit...

Photo by Tyler Lastovich on Pexels.com I See the Phone The black phone rests, a silence made of glass, A direct line across the choking air. My fingers yearn to seize its cool, smooth mass, To dial the number etched beyond compare. A fleeting urge to break the constant drone, To trade my heart's loud drumming for a voice unknown. Or I could message, try to weave a careful plea, A sequence of small signs, an emoji's face. To message more, to bridge the digital sea, But leaden weight holds me within this space. I am a prisoner in my own inertia's thrall, Unable to bridge the gap from thought to call. My restless hands climb to my weary head, To twirl a strand of blonde around a finger's tip. A pull, a slow release, a mark of tender red, Until the coil is tight upon my lip. A meaningless ritual, a physical display, Of all the mental turmoil that will not fade away Inside, the engine roars, though I appear so still, My heart a frantic drummer beating out alarm. The air is t...

Photo by KATRIN BOLOVTSOVA on Pexels.com What Depression Feels Like The liquid velvet, soft and deep, A wonderfully warm tide to keep The soul at rest, the skin in grace, A gentle, all-encompassing embrace. It holds the sun's forgotten art, A yielding balm that mends the heart, Sinking deep into the bone, Where every coil of tension is overthrown. A quiet joy within the chest, A feeling wholly warm and blessed. Not just physical, but a love untold, A deep, inexplicable warmth to hold. In peaceful suspension, time is still, The outside world obeys the will Of this sweet bliss, where nothing is near But the gentle lapping of the heat held dear. Then, a subtle shift begins to creep, Disturbing the water from its sleep. A whisper of coolness, a current's sigh, A quiet, inevitable tide draws nigh. Down and down, the sanctuary falls, The warmth's core pulled through unseen walls, A slow descent, the magic gone astray, As the perfect feeling flows away. Swiftly now the ...

                                                                 Photo by Jill Wellington on Pexels.com I am Strong I am strong, a fortress of resilience Forged in fires of adversity. My spirit, unyielding, resolute, Stands tall against the fiercest storms, Knowing within me resides an indomitable will. I will prevail, surrender not an option. Each challenge faced, each obstacle overcome, Strengthens my resolve, propels me forward, On the path to victory. I am a testament To persistence, triumph over tribulation. I am powerful, not just physical might, But in the boundless energy of my being. My thoughts are sparks that ignite change, My actions ripple effects that reshape my world. I am a force of nature, orchestrating transformation. My words can move mountains, Imbued with conviction and purp...