Nancy Ann Creed

  A poem from the book Echoes and Whispers books2read.com/u/bO0zDK

  Photo by RDNE Stock project on Pexels.com The Serendipitous Message A flicker in the digital sea, A ripple in the ocean vast, Announced a message, unanticipated, free, A bridge to years and moments past. No expectation, no alarm, A serendipitous, sudden light, A warmth against the day's long harm, Dispelling shadows of the night. The sender’s name, a long-lost friend, Appeared upon the silent screen, A cherished sight without end, Recalling what had been. A powerful, unexpected force, Across the void of silent years, Washing away the quiet remorse, And vanquishing old, silent fears. A wave of joy, a deep embrace, Surged through the heart, dissolving time, As memories rushed, swift in their chase, Like a rushing, vibrant tide sublime. Laughter shared, a youthful sound, Secrets told in hushed reply, A core of trust that could be found, A sturdy thread beneath the sky. Across the miles that held them fast, The vital connection instantly made, The digital form, a vessel cast...

  Photo by Mariya on Pexels.com The Tie Is Severed I lost a friend today, A simple, heavy line That should descend like sorrow's shroud, A grief for what was mine. I waited for the cutting edge, The sting of sudden pain, But found instead a strange relief, No shadow of a chain. I should be sad, should mourn the end, The history we knew, Yet in my chest a lightness wakes, Defiant, strong, and new. The truth is stark, the choice is clear, I look upon the past: I am not sorry that it broke, I am simply glad at last. The severing was not a hush, But clash of will and word, A necessary, cleansing fire Where my own truth was heard. I stood firm in the tempest's heart, Refused to be denied, And drew a boundary, sharp and deep, With nothing left to hide. The lesson's hard, but vital known: Respect must be the core. A friend should cheer the victory, And lift you from the floor. Your champions, they must remain, To hold your spirit high, But when support becomes res...

 Wait Your Turn Photo by Fabian Heimann on Unsplash Wait Your Turn They bid us work, and strive, and strain, They preach the gospel of grit and pain. The virtue of patience, a long-held breath, Wait your turn, they assure, until death. With diligent toil within the system's fold, Good things will come, a story often told. They hail the high road of academic might, Perfect grades, degrees, and the burning night Of all-nighters, leading to institutions grand, The path to success paved by a diploma in hand. The central command, the mantra they impart: Work hard, and success will fill your heart. But the hollow sound their pronouncements make, From a sheltered world, for goodnes’s sake. A place sustained not by relentless effort's cost, But by the legacy that was never lost, By exclusive gates and a lineage long, A privilege entrenched, where they belong. They fail to grasp the truth that grinds us down, The doubled effort just to keep the crown From slipping, just to stay where w...

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...