My Smile
My Smile Standing in a crowd with a smile firmly painted on my face… No one seems to notice the strain it takes or the cracks that have appeared I stand there, alone amongst many, my smile never leaving its place. I am not sure how much longer this will remain to be true, The screaming in my head demanding to be heard, I stop, breathe and smile anew. “the voices wont win, the voices cant win..” I repeat to myself over and over. Everyone oblivious to the torment that occurs within, the struggle I fight, the light that is always dim.. I cant let them see, I cannot allow them to pity. There are so many of us who live with this, appearing normal, happy, content, A torrent of torment hidden successfully. So each day I strive to keep the voices within...
Its Sunday … again
Just dropped off my boys at the Golf Course so that J can practise his putting and he managed to convince D to be his Caddy.. I am nervous, have thought of them hurling each other in and around the bunkers wielding clubs like weapons! But I cant baby them and I apparently need to trust that I have instilled in them enough shame and guilt that they wouldn’t do anything to embarrass their momma at the golf course! I have my toes, fingers and nipples crossed on this one! My plans for the day? I am going to think about joining that creative writing club someone told me about.. Not sure what it entails but I think it will be a real fun experience! (lots of wine drinking ) I enjoy writing and would like to learn how to do it with far more...
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