http://slow.writerscafe.org/LindaMW587 The original writings of author Linda Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997044 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was never good enough.I did my best to make you proud.I was never wanted.I did my best to prove my worth.You never held my hand, you never said you loved me.I thought I left it all behind...the pain, the hurt, the anger, the sadness.I realize now, it never leaves.It remains imprinted upon my soul... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1928840/ I never thought it would happen to me.It's not a real thing anyhow. Right?So what if I wake up with no purpose.So what if my passions have slipped away.So what if I no longer find joy in life.When you no longer feel, you no longer care.I've spent my entire life trying to escape what I now accept.Wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1843384/ I saw someone today, she looked familiar.Blue-grey eyes shimmering with sadness.This can't be the girl I once knew.That girl was fearless, filled with happiness.This girl is scared, consumed by sorrow.Oh yes, now I see... it is a mirror, it is me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1818845/ I lay across my bed, feet dangling, cheek resting in my palm.I gaze out the window to see trees swaying in the wind.With pen in hand, I hope to write. I want to write. I need to write.Why the hell can I no longer write?!In this desperate moment, I put pen to paper.I attempt to find any kind of inspi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1808776/ I've lost myself.I've molded myself to the expectations of others.I no longer know my own truth.I only wanted a better life. At what cost though?I thought I knew what mattered, what was important.I was wrong. I screwed up.I simply move through life without notice.I have a nice house, a nice car, nic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1767437/ How much pain can a person truly endure?Physically, mentally, emotionally... how much?I thought I knew, but I was wrong.I've seen things, I've felt things, hell... I've done things.People see me as a strong person. I wish I saw myself that way.I hide my fears. Sometimes I cry. I push things dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1755351/ She lies naked on the bed as he approaches,moonlight streaming through the window, he seems just a shadow.He bends down to kiss her, sensing her anxiety.Both of them knowing this is the first and last.A single tear rolls down her cheek,he wipes it away... not wanting her to be sad.She has never need.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1734759/ She twirled around and he was there.He shoved her back against the closet door.His left hand pressed firmly against her neck, almost choking her.Recognition flooded into her eyes yet, she was scared.She knew this man, she thought she knew this man.He pressed more firmly against her neck when sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1726695/ When I was 5, I loved my Barbie.She was pretty and never judged me.When I was 10, I loved horses.They were majestic and brought me joy.When I was 15, I loved Steve Yzerman.He was a sexy athlete and made my heart beat fast.When I was 20, I loved a musician.He was a shining star and I yearned for him... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1723672/ We've all considered our purpose in life.As a girl I felt hopeless in finding happiness.As a teenager I wondered why I existed at all. As a young adult I muddled along waiting for it to be over.I was numb to the world around me. Then it happened. I woke up. I literally woke .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1663819/ I've had great ones, I've had bad ones.Hell, I've been a great one and a bad one.As my life progresses, I'm better able to define each.What I've learned is most fall somewhere in the middle.Truly great friends are difficult to find and even more difficult to be.Bad friend is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1614780/ Dear Constant Companion,Through happy times and sad times - you were there.Through soothing times and scary times - you were there.I depended on you to Carrie me through.You've been my bedtime ritual and my traveling sanity.You've been my inspiration and my motivation.Even your Darkness To.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1604205/ Who the heck do I think I am anyhow?Surrounded by hundreds of people that probably do this every day.Ugh. I wanna back out. I'm never gonna make it.I trained though, I trained hard! My heart is beating too fast.Calm down and breathe, remember the people waiting for you at the finish line.Finish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1598729/ Oh it feels so good to be young and carefree.To live life with reckless abandon.To drink, to dance, to laugh, to love... until the sun rises.It's another night at the local tavern & vacationers fill the place.Having secured our usual spots, my friends and I sit at the bar. The bartender, he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1592459/ It'sbeen such a long, hot, sticky day.Thekind of day where lethargy dominates.Thegood news? Sun's about to hide beneath the horizon.Slowlythe air becomes less stifling as a breeze wafts through.Isit on the porch with the all important thoughts of a young teena.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1588494/ If I'm so insignificant, then why won't he leave me alone?I've done nothing to him, yet he persists on adding to my life's misery.Just the thought of passing through those double doors...leaves a pit in my stomach every day.I know I'm fat, I know I'm ugly, I know my existence is point.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1575041/ I cant believe I'm standing here. What the hell was I thinking!Ok, I prepared for this though. Then why is my mind screaming "stop!"?Forget the crazy dream last night, you can do this!Forget the anxiety you cause those that love you. Its not selfish!You've wanted this for way too long. Its now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1567283/ She drove so far after waiting so long.She was doubtful yet, he was there.She was shy, he was bold. She was weak, he was strong.Together they cast an aura of fascination around them.Together they danced, they laughed, they left hand in hand.She drove them home and he pleaded with her to stop."W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1559838/ My first of weekly writing snippets detailing specific moments of my life that helped mold me into the person I've become today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindaMW587/1553935/