
Grief is Alive
by Serena Mossgraves
it slithers through your soul
eating, biting, devouring,
as it goes…
Grief is a creature
buried deep within,
alive and borrowing.

Grief is Alive
by Serena Mossgraves
it slithers through your soul
eating, biting, devouring,
as it goes…
Grief is a creature
buried deep within,
alive and borrowing.

when the world closed in on me
I needed you so desperately,
I kept looking at the phone
wondering if you would be
there if I were to call,
if I asked would you be
there for me at all ?
Perhaps that's my mistake
I counted on you ever
to be the one I could count on.
I needed you,
and hope was gone.

Decay
by Serena Mossgraves
the body falls apart
decay setting in
age builds more
pain in decay…
I live in the decaying temple
that I I built in a soul
made of tragedy
and fighting for myself.

So quickly my whole world shattered
the results are in from the test,
you told us years ago
that you needed to be free,
and now there's a problem...
It is nothing new
doctors always doubt,
health is just a cost
and how much money
you are able to throw about.

Midnight Conversations
by Serena Mossgraves
In the wee hours
when life comes forlorn,
speaking with ghosts
of memory seems to be
the one comforting
thing to hold on.
midnight Conversations
with moments of the past,
seem to set to rest
the worries of my life.

the madness is but a whisper
that speaks to the chaos within,
tis okay though ... for as long as you
keep going forward and and don't give up,
it'll all make sense in the end.
the world will always have chaos
madness and drama to forge
the dreams into what makes
sense in the end

Little Deaths
by Serena Mossgraves
how many times
can a man die,
each little death
a monument to
the life they have lived.
Nothing so strong as needing
a coffin for burial or cremation…
still each death a moment
that affected how life was
continued from there on.

in the mind's bouquet
mine seems to be
gathered wildflowers
wrapped around
belladonna and foxglove.
Irises and daisies,
violets for sure...
a collection of strange
that suits me so well.
soft, lovely, and deadly,
with beauty to spare.

Flowers in the Rain
by Serena Mossgraves
the sadness weeps
from the bouquet
Just set in memory,
being drenched
by the rain.
so often flowers
are given in heartache
and in pain,
but none of them
so sad as those
left beside the grave.

I realize that I have been absent for a week….it was however not intentional. between Dr’s appointments and books releasing….I just brain fogged. Though I did have a nice surprise. went to the Dr because I have a sinus infection and the check in notes acknowledged that I have fibromyalgia and Autism. both of them previous doctors were not willing to diagnose me with. though other doctors had? I am sure that they are correct and having a dr agree just feels so good.
I should be doing the daily thing again through November but I don’t think I’ll be doing the normal week posts as I am doing 2 pad challenges and trying to do the Fae 50k.