http://slow.writerscafe.org/louwrites The original writings of author Claude en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002092 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hope is a funny thing.It can seem lost, Buried under miles of earth,Sunken to the darkest depths of a cold, lifeless ocean floor,Locked away forever in an unpenetrable fortress. But then a glimmer of light flickers on the horizon of despair.An unexpected ray of energy shoots acros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louwrites/691113/ Sorrow is a bull_hit feeling!It makes me feel weak and vulnerable,And that's bull_hit!Sorrow feels run-down, ready to quit.I choose anger.Anger is strong, fearless and full of pent up energy.If anger is analyzed or judged, it'll kick your a*s!And that's how I feel... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louwrites/690581/ Anger builds up,Indulgence and self-pity boil-over in my head.I am a caged animal backed into a corner.The hair on my back raises, A snarling lip reveals my blood-stained fangs.At this moment, the slightest moment or whisper would detonate the bomb.Knowing this full well, I shrink into a ball, prote.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louwrites/644451/ I used to be wary of pills.They were for the sick, the broken.Then one day I became broken.My sickness is at a very microscopic level.I take a little white pill once daily, a neuroprotector. A few minor side effects.And I noticed something ...A side effect of not sleeping is thinking.Thoughts, fully.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louwrites/642214/ I tried to put into words how much the ocean and surfing mean to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louwrites/641735/ My mind numbs to reality. This by design.Fabricated by prescriptions, exercise, and Eastern meditation."It's for the best,"  I tell myself."I can handle this, not that, for now".I hang on to words of the saying,Don't ask for a lighter load, ask for a stronger back.Most days, the business at han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louwrites/641389/ The perfect dayIt was colder than normal on the walk to the beach.In the darkness of predawn, the lines of the swell could be seen.Ocean smells, feet sinking into cold sand, crash of surf drowns all other sounds.The perfect dayThe entry to the water is filled with the familiar anticipation and rush .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louwrites/640157/ It seems like it would be so easy to slip.Stop the pseudo-bravery,No more false courage.Has this attempt at strength been for me or others...I wonder.It seems like it would be so easy to slip.I'm tired of the constant effort.The future is inevitable, predetermined,so why try so hard.These are the th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louwrites/639048/      I have a burden. It comes with a trembling right hand. This burden is often at the forefront of my thinking, and at its least, it never leaves the background of my conscientiousness. Do people see my hand shaking? At times, I am embarrassed by my burden. In the back of my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louwrites/638164/