llaura bullock

Award Winning Children's Author




It returns

the aching, the anger, the sadness

How do I push on?

To return to normalcy

It beckons

the tears, the emptiness, the nothing

When does it leave me?

Never seems the answer

It comforts

the memories, the love, the truth

Why do I still remain?

To Continue just the same

To Watch



Like warm laundry

An embrace of comfort


Not to be

What is now left

Do you see me?

Stand In Time

The world keeps on moving, as mine has stood still in silence.

Bustling to get around me as if I were a boulder atop the falls.

It seems unsettling that I can’t just freeze it all like a timekeeper’s watch so the winding would be mine alone.

Moving along with the crowd that keeps pushing.

Interned alone lost.

Some reason I’m here still.

Waiting to be gone.

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