http://slow.writerscafe.org/IFindSolaceInTro The original writings of author Mystique en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995692 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Cold, powdered crumbles of all that was before me,the ashes lie on the hard, stony earth.Everything I thought was to be, ceases to exist. Damaged. Broken. The remains of my life, scorched beyond recognition. Yet, a small ember remains lit.It clutches to the remaining oxygen for dear l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFindSolaceInTro/2068773/ Sometimes I sit in silence... A wave of emptiness takes over...I tune out the white noise of daily life...No thoughts... No feelings... Just me and the empty space my gaze is fixed upon... The world passes on without me...Time ticks... No one realizes my absence...Free in the capti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFindSolaceInTro/2048632/ Molten lungs and razor tongues.Claws that catch,tears of ash.Broken wings and shattered dreams, hidden under silent screams.There is one way out, but will you pay?The hunt, my dear, is underway..Hurry now, they'll catch you here.Death by damsel, death by fear,never to live another yea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFindSolaceInTro/1778109/ Sometimes I'm left wonderingThrough sadness what cold lies in your heart..They tell me it was for the best,I don't believe them or you..You said the feelings died.. Mine didn't,Then again they never do.Your love was mine..You stole my heart only to shatter it,Left the pieces on the ground for m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFindSolaceInTro/1777701/ Worries.We all have them.Like bees, they swarm through our heads.They leave and the returnto the hives we call our minds,Closing in on our imaginationuntil they crush it.Leaving nothing but dreaded reality in its place.Only then do we realizehow special and fragile our imaginations truly are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFindSolaceInTro/1777282/ A caged animal..I guess that's what I am.I'm not free to be me,I'm not free to be anything.Chained by the bonds of the pure..Never to be free..They prod me with prejudiceand jab at me with religion.They feed me lies in which I do not take. They have me drink the blood from hearts..Hearts full o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFindSolaceInTro/1777256/