http://slow.writerscafe.org/erlance The original writings of author erlance en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776098027 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 September 15, 2016 A very personal autobiographical open poem about finding myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erlance/1830691/ SadnessIs not a woundthat needs healing.Sadness is the stitchesthat tie you back together:Painfulwhen the needle pierces your skin,but necessaryto make you whole again.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erlance/1814933/ It hurts.I know it does.But if you ask me where the painis coming from, I'll say I have no idea.And I will be spekaing the truth.You see, I don't remember a time whenI'd wake up every morning unafraid.I don't remember a day whenI wouldn't try to laugh the pain away.All I remember is: It hurt.And I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erlance/1814928/ I don't have a father.He is not dead. He is very well alive. I have his number, his address, and I can talk to him at any moment.He did not completely abandon my family and disappear.I met him. I visit himOften.But when I think of the word "father," I don't think of him.I have a step-dad.A man who r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erlance/1805900/ You Yes, you, beautiful soul that reaches for the stars with a twinkle in your eyes and doesn't settle for less than your dreams.You, the hurt and beaten but unbroken spirit,That refuses to fall. Keep standing.The winds may blow, the world may shake, the skies thunder, the universe burn.But you will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erlance/1805896/ We grew apart in silenceAnd let life deal the handThat would eventually murderWhatever life we had.We hoped and prayed each eveningThat the past would win the race.Hoping that tomorrow,We would be dealt an ace.We placed our bets in darknessWhen all was standing still.We hoped that time would help us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erlance/1805894/ I was told pain fades, but my scars won’t leave me.         Nothing hurts more than the ashes in the sky, making me whole.I was told hope dies last, but the flames outlived it.         Nothing feeds the fire better than a shattered so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erlance/1805891/