http://slow.writerscafe.org/breakthebrokenon The original writings of author breakthebrokenone en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775982387 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The nightmares are the sameThey plague my dreamsleaving me afraid to sleep.The dark frightens menot knowing what is lurkingbehind the shadows.The dreams come in waveswhen I'm laying alone in bedwith no comfort to keep me safe.The nightmares are of my attackerstalking me in my sleepgrabbing me and lu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2165518/ This bad day has lasted a whileso much so that my face refuses to smilebeen walking this road for over a milei wish this life was just a trial. This bad mood has been developingtaking all I am as it is envelopingwaiting for a brighter dayto meet me at the dawn but my sky is filled with dar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2165255/ I am a lost and lonely traveler.I feel so alonebut I know there are more who are like mesearching for a trail to followhoping it will lead me back to youwhen I was younger and less naive about the worldand i was so naive about love.I am finding my way through lifeolder .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2165037/ a poem about the language of love and depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2165011/ Each time our eyes connect Everything comes back to meMemories of when we  first metAnd my heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe.The spark was instant You give me the feeling of being alive And I never  have to worry Because you hold me in your armsAnd ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2165010/ this poem was written a couple of days ago whilst I was in the midst of a deep and dark depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2165009/ Childrenlaughing and holleringin the spring suntravelling on electric scooterswith fast food bags in handdressed in brand labelsto fit in with their peersbecause being a black sheepcould never do.Childrenwith smiles on their radiant faceswith no worriesor stresses or weights upon their sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2149426/ This week, I must rememberthese simple, but necessary itemsFor if I forget, there will be much regretand so much sorrow in my soul.Shampoo and conditioner, could there be a more perfect pair?Than one that cleansesand one that nourishesand satisfies your soul?Then, next on the lis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2148668/ I always loved taking photosfrom the trees in the fog invested parkto the river that runs between the road and the grassof the public park where you can seethe children running,playing,so carefree and innocentwith no worries or shame.I love taking photosof you and mecapturing the happiness between&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2121822/ Alone with a thoughtI know I should have foughtThis road is long and toughI can't keep living life so roughHolding out my handpraying that you will understandhow I feel insideWill you stay with me for the ride? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2115403/ I look at the grassand I think of youof how you used to cut the lawn every weekwithout fail.I see the flowers growing in the parksand I think of howyou used to pick me the brightest oneswith delicate petals.I look up to the skybecause I know you are abovewatching me and loving metakin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2115169/ I just want to be freeI want to livewithout fearand with tolerance for those things that once made me scared and anxiousNo more worriesand no more sorrowbecause this year has been hardand taken the tollleaving me with painthat I don't think I will ever explain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2114899/ I do line after linetrying to make the words rhymelike it's some kind of jokeas if I could make a career out of thisbecause things are falling apartwith white lines sitting on the table trying to find the motivation that the powder holds the sanity of it which leaves me wanting m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2114898/ Another poem from my series where a word has been given to me from a person and a poem has been created. The word was Bay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2098714/ Another poem from a word given to me. The word was Memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2098215/ I asked people to give me a word and I would write a poem based on the first things that came to mind. The word for this one was Dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2098214/ Festering like a woundI lay hereunattended uncared forslowly giving up slowly giving inI cannot see the lightthe darkness enveloping meproviding a shade that I relinquish intoand hide my emotions behind a smilethat no one can tell is fake. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2091919/ He walks away leaving me to wallow in this black cloak of depressionbecause I drain himand swallow all the water he hasleaving him dehydratedweakI have to rise to see another sunrisebut it isn't easy when the only thing you can do is wrap the depression around youlike a cloak of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2091918/ You block my numberYou call me childishDespite You being the one in the wrong.You talk s**t behind my backLike my Father said,A leopard never changes his spotsand I was stupid for thinking that You could.Life is easier without having familyAnd I should not be made to feel like dirtthat is trapped be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2091917/ A personal short story of the day of my fathers funeral in June 2018 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2089788/ I endure the pain To know that I can still feelSo that I have something To give the readersWho don't see I'mHidden under a black cloudOf depression and anxieties That I cannot escape Not even in the pages I writeBut if you ask meI'm fine and living the greatest life Behind the closed doors I sit und.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2089581/ Your face is All that I seeEven in the shadowsYou radiate And put a light in my lifeSo bright and alluringIt warms my soulNo one can compare to youThe one who has restoredA heart that was once Broken beyond recognition But flourishes Under your love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2089580/ If you called meI would run to youJust to be by your side.If you dance, I will dance tooAnd if you don'tI will dance anyway Because that is when I am most freeIn your armswithout a careFor you are the only thingholding me in place http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2089544/ Your love knows no boundsSo giving and loyalYou do anything to make me smileand assure me of my safety.I cannot give you everythingfor most of the time,I too have nothingbut my heart is open and I will always have a place for you to call homeas I too, call you home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2089379/ Eyes are openedwider than beforewith a view that is translucentto what I had seen before.This view can be scary and at times I wish I were blindbecause from here the lights are so brightonce before they were dimand my prospects were not as advancedas they seem to be now.The view is ever changin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086837/ Another poem from the series "Poems For Him" written for my partner and muse AJK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086347/ Because I can open my eyes I know I will see this world in a brand new lightand see the beauty in the things that I once took for granted.Because I canovercome the storms that I was cast into I will continue to smileand provide a light for other wayfaring lost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086332/ My New Year of Two Thousand and Nine-teenbegan with a kissso gentle and sweetthat the touch of his lipsfilled my body with a spark and a pureness that had been so foreignand never had on a New Years before. He kissed me softlyand his hand ran down my back embracing me and making me fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086329/ Part of a series called Poems For Him dedicated to my love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086327/ A letter styled poem on what I wish I had have been told as a young girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086259/ You will find mewith my head in my handstears down my facestuck in a memory of happier timeswhen you were here and everything was fine.You will find mebegging for forgivenessfrom all the sins I had committedand all the things I had saidbecause I didn't appreciate youwhen you were here.You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086146/ NewI am fresh like a page waiting and anticipating the first drop of ink to mark me and define me.Newmu body is refreshedI am not the same as I was  year agoMy skin has been replenished and my mind has turned to start a New chapter.New I am just beginningto spread .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086123/ I sit here wondering"Am I in control of my lifeor is my life controlling me?" Staring blankly at the wallwatching for things to changebut they never dobecause my life controls meand I am stuck in a rut not knowing where the circle begins and where it ends.Because maybe one day I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086116/ I start my mornings the same wayrolling over to see that you are hereand that I am safe knowing that nothing can touch mebecause your arms are the safety net which sits over the cliffand saves me when it all becomes too muchand I jump hoping to leave this worldhoping to search the aby.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086112/ I cannot make my own decisions,let alone make any with precision So I leave all the heavy choices to you, the one who knows all and is still open to suggestion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086107/ Open my eyes so that maybe I can seethis world of beauty that youpraise and speak of so highlySo that maybe one dayI too can have a mind so free and willing to believethat life isn't all that it is made to be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086105/ I am sorry that I am not themost beautiful of womenbut my soul is made up of all the people I have metand I have taken the best parts of myselfand painted them on a canvas to show so then others can see the courage I have togo out everyday and live my lifewithout fear or worryand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086103/ If you asked me to come to youI would run over all and any terrain just to be with youbecause without youmy world is emptyfor I have nothingwithout you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086102/ When I am not with youI fall to pieces and I fear that I am beyond repairuntil I run into your armswhich hold me safelyand piece me back togetherso I can be whole again.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2086079/ This year has beenone of two halvessadness intertwined with so many beautiful moments that opened my eyes to the reality of how life really isthat there is always hurtand devastation but there is also beauty from the growth that has to comefrom the hard miles we walk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2085982/ if you say you won't let goI promise I will hold you high on my pedestal and cherish youshowering you with affectionand holding your heart so cautiously in my two handspreventing it from shatteringand loving you with all mybeing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2085934/ If ever he were to leave methat would be the end of meHe is the love of my lifewhen he could chose any otherhe chose meand repaired my heartwhen I was certain that it had beenshattered beyond repairyet you fixed metaking my soul in  your handsyou wiped it clean and left it free ofscars that wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2085844/ I feel so worthlessand like all that I am doingis letting you down as if I am giving you another reasonto be disappointed in me.I feel like I have let you downand made you feel like youdo not matterbut really you do matterand I wish I had done more.I wish I had given you a reason to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2085466/ Influence meShow me where I am meant to beand where I am goingbecause I am lostand I am reaching outtrying to grasp you as I cling to you for stability Because I too stumbleas I walk down these dark corridors and search for the lightand maybe one day, we will find it.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2085169/ Had I not gone through the pain in my pastI would not have met you and I would not have youin my armsand I know that I would not be where I am or even be the woman I am todayBecause your love has saved meand has brought me to the heightsthat I stand on today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2085167/ You love mewith a lovethat is like no otherwith a gentleness and tendernessthat is something I have never experienced You give me a faith that doesn't relent and keeps pushing meto strive and to continue and shows me thatthere is good things in our world.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2085112/ For youI would do anythinggo anywheresacrifice my soul to see you happyand to give you suchadoration that you will begin to wonder where I had been until this year came along.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2085035/ I belong to onewho has so much lovein his heart that I cannotcomprehend how much he cares for mebecause no one else has shown me the things that he hasand given me the things that he hasbecause he is the definition of loveand his entirety is perfect http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2084951/ The flowers that once blossomedfrom deep within my soulhave been overrun with weedsand the once nourishing soulhas become fractured and ruined to the point of becominguninhibited because nothing could ever grow in such a wretched place and if it couldit would be full of sinister thingsthat make it c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2072430/ Written in lieu of death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakthebrokenon/2051356/