http://slow.writerscafe.org/jennabryant7 The original writings of author Jenna R Bryant en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070269 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The beauty of life exists in an essence,an essence of peace that stirs in the darkness.The darkness keeps her up throughout the night,the night coats her world in a hazed mask.The mask hides the fears of a damaged girl,a damaged girl that fights with her chains.The chains break in the silence of her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennabryant7/1680675/ The child awakens in the frozen night,trembling in the absence of her blanketshivers run though her, feeling exposed tothe darknessshe blinks adjusting to the dark air, her unfinished stories float through the dream catcherclearing her thoughts of all negativeemotions... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennabryant7/1678874/ Maybe I am as loyal as the ocean to thesand,Who blankets the shore each and every night;Lap, lap kissing the beach forever grand. I might be as predictable as unruly quicksand,Pulling you down, mocking your failedflight;Maybe I am as loyal as the ocean to thesand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennabryant7/1678866/ They say thattalk is cheap and not to trust in people; that I will get hurt if I givesomeone something valuable. But what is the world without trust? Nothing. Therewouldn’t be a world, just a sad, anxious planet. Never would we be able to goanywhere. People would kill out of pure worry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennabryant7/1678862/ Visionblackens, lightens, blackensThe worldis a slit now.A blindinglight approaches from a far,Mindinsists on leaving, being there not here. Feetrefrain standing strong and stable. Pulse joinsin rushing anxiously through BodyMind isoverwhelmed; he goes beyond le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennabryant7/1678860/ A poem to a past love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennabryant7/1678855/