http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sblair The original writings of author SusanB en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043887 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 DOWN FOR THE COUNTDancing from side to side in life's ringyour strength is weakened by every swingThink you have it together it's not the samefooled once again your the one he blameslearning to trust again will your heart  ever be surehoping when your done you will feel more sec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/653956/ WHEN SHARING WITH A FRIEND MY STORY HE SAID TO ME "FLOWERS SHOULDN'T BE STEPPED ON" AND HE COULDN'T WAIT TO SEE ME BLOSSOM THROUGH THIS SITUATION. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/646307/ GUARDEDGuarded, not allowing anyone inholding back, where do you beginthe pain engraved deep in your heartbroken in pieces, feeling torn apartwishing now you could turn back the clockremembering the time love tried to knockguarded, you believed what was engravedallowing your thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/632427/ POEM ABOUT A LOST LOVE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/570193/ WROTE THIS BECAUSE I BECAME WHAT EVERYONE ELSE THOUGHT I SHOULD BE. I ALLOWED OTHERS IMAGE TO BE ME AND NEVER REALLY COULD SEE WHO I WAS WHEN I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR. BUT NO LONGER, I CAN SEE CLEARLY http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/570010/ THE IRISH COWBOYIS IT POSSIBLE TO TURN AN IRISHMAN INTO A COWBOYGIVE HIM A HAT, A PAIR OF BOOTS, SMILING LOOKING KINDA COYAN IRISHMAN, A KILT, BAGPIPES, DANCING THE IRISH JIGA COWBOY, THE TEXAS TWO STEP, SINGING A GIGTHE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS, TAXI'S ON EVERY CORNERCOUNTRY ROADS, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/532835/ TOO SOONIts really too soon I still have to grow.My heart says one thing my mind says no.Everyday life brings me something new.My heart is healing all the way through.There is still so much more to gain.staying focused avoiding more pain.Wasn't looking for love walking through .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/527814/ Can't Believe its youI lay awake tonight with a smile on my faceRemembering when it was all about the chaseI hardly could wait till I'd see you the next daywondering what to do, so you'd looked my wayknowing that you were across the streetmy heart always seemed to skip a beatOur he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/527790/ WITHOUT YOUHoping it was only a dreamHow will I live without youGrasping on your every wordAll I wanted was to be heardWithout you how will I go onneeding you, now your goneNot knowing why you had to leaveIs it something I said or didYou said you'd never leave menot going any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/526130/ IN A TOUGH TIME AN OLD FRIEND WAS THERE, HE WAS AN ANGEL. I CALLED HIM DUDE ALL THE TIME, SO HE BECAME ANGEL DUDE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/525814/ After being divorced, was left with feeling where do I belong. Longing to feel home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/525810/ I GREW UP WITH AN ALCOHOLIC FATHER WHO WAS ABUSIVE, WE WERE ABLE TO GET AWAY FROM HIM. MY MOM MET THE MOST AMAZING MAN, MY HERO, MY DAD!!!!! THERE IS NO OTHER MAN ON THIS EARTH I WOULD CALL DAD! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/525804/ HERE'S THE QUESTIONVERSE 1If a picture is worth a thousand words what does it say about youwhat do you see, is it what someone has said, can it really be truethe picture that everyone else see's , are you wearing a masktrying to be someone else everyday it's become such a taskit se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/525802/ WROTE THIS AFTER MY DIVORCE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/518075/ PEOPLE PUT EXPECTATIONS ON LOVE AND WHEN THEY DON'T GET THE LOVE THEY'VE LOOK FOR, THEN THEY ARE UPSET WITH LOVE, BUT REALLY SHOULD BE UPSET WITH THE EXPECTATIONS THEY PUT ON LOVE. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/518062/ WROTE THIS AFTER I RECONNECTED WITH A OLD FRIEND. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/515461/ While I was walking the track I was looking at my shadow and I thought, through the past year I felt disconnected due to a situation going on in my home. I felt like I was hiding in my shadow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sblair/504200/