Nancy Ann Creed

  Photo by Valentin Lacoste on Unsplash 📝 The Echo in the Well We walked the same path, pen in hand, Mind alight, a shared commitment's sign. Pilgrims in a lonely, distant land, Chasing the same bright star, divine. Our bond, once firm, was forged by toil, Ink-smudged paper, the screen's harsh glow, A hopeful process on a hungry soil, A private weight the outside doesn't know. But when the harvest comes, a sudden wrench, The seed you sow brings fruit upon my ground. The garden blooms, across a mutual bench, But only your name is on the flowers found. My careful work, the agonizing hours, My every effort, tragically the same, Is rendered Invisible, stripped of all its powers, Swallowed whole by an eclipsing fame. They gather 'round your posts, a swelling tide, A deluge of bright approvals, warm and fast. Endorsements flow, they cannot seem to hide The joy they feel that you have made it last. I am a shadow in this scene so bright, An old contact they vaguely knew,...

  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, ...