Secrets
Letter to my Mother
Hey mom. I never told you this before but I admire you despite our distant relationship. We have never been particularly close, though we are getting closer now as the years pass. But you've always been a figure of my admiration. You've faced so many trials, some of them I'm not sure even I could have weathered with the same calm grace you always seem to exude.
By Tea Rainey4 years ago in Confessions
Infinite fears
I, like everyone else in the world, have fears that keep me sometimes up at nights. Just like this night I guess... I've been told that fear is a part of living and that it is an emotion that has to be felt in a certain moments when I am dealing with situations that could be dangerous or harmful physically or psychologically and that it is a powerful but natural emotion that I have inside of me. We have inside of us.
By Kaoutaea4 years ago in Confessions
My Confessions
Dear Momma, Today is the day I thought I’d tell ya’ All past screwups Thank God I’m still alive! I want to say I thank God you’re in my life before I drop the beans and spill the FULL teacup! All those displays of help and affection straight care you presented me with, have you know taught me truly taught me something a lot of things! Although we’re at this point, I want to confess to you about something I never shared!!!!! A lot of those confessions really??? So here goes…
By Rachael Frazier4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, do you remember?
Dear mom, Do you remember when you came home that one Wednesday afternoon and I was in the bathroom with the door locked? I remember the cool tiles pressed against my bare thighs. I sat there so long that they imprinted the small squares onto my legs. The pattern: one black tile surrounded by two white tiles, repeated over and over again. It was imprinted into my mind. So much from that day was imprinted in my mind, my memories that, to this day, still walk beside me.
By willow j. ross4 years ago in Confessions
Mum, I wanted to make you proud.
I wonder, do you remember the last words I said to you? Could you even hear them, and if you did, did you understand, or were you past understanding by then? I’ll never know now, nor hear your answer. Oh, mum, I miss you! What I said to you then will forever remain a secret between you and I, and if, as I don’t believe, you are somewhere you can hear these words, then presumably I won’t need to confess. As a parent myself now, I know the overwhelming interest one has in one’s children’s affairs, so if you’re able to have observed all the mistakes and misery, you will have, and all I can say is that I’m sorry. But then you might also know that I could do with knowing you’re proud of me. Could do with hearing you say that following my heart is important, that I deserve to be happy.
By Will Tudge4 years ago in Confessions
Worry-some? More like Worry-lot
For a long time, I worried. Worried about anything and everything in my life. I was addicted to worrying. From morning to night worry and fear would consume my brain. In the morning worried about running out of time while getting ready for work. I would worry about wearing a nice outfit so that at least I could look the part of a professional. I would worry about my car and if it would safely take me all the way to work because I was sure that I heard a noise yesterday. At work I worried that people were smiling at me but secretly hated me. I would also worry that this job was too much for me and I would not be able to handle it. Any email I received from work gave me anxiety because I was sure it would be a “You’re fired!” email. On my drive home I worried that something would happen like a broken-down car that I wouldn’t see in time, and I would have a car crash. Incidentally, this is another reason why I would never accept any invites to hang out after work, I would thank my lucky stars when I would arrive safely to my apartment. Once at home I would finally feel a little less fear and worry. I felt safe in my home with my cat and sister. But after a couple of hours, I would remember that I had to do the whole thing again the next day and so my worry would come back.
By Lily4 years ago in Confessions
Sarah Smiles
A subtle quietness filled the air as she crossed the beach. The moon reflected brilliantly against the waters of the Gulf ... shimmering. The breeze brushed her fair skin lifting her auburn hair gently. Her dark brown eyes matched the piercing darkness of night surrounding her. She paused, feeling alone.
By Melissa Murphy4 years ago in Confessions
What’s Done in the Dark
Seeing him for the first time was odd. It wasn’t love at first sight it. It wasn’t lust. Would I have even noticed him if he never approached me? Looking back now I think it was a feeling of familiarity; because our souls must have met before. Maybe in a lifetime before this one or in the magic of the stars…
By Sheena Myers4 years ago in Confessions
Through Silence the Lies Are Woven
Dear Mom, I figured it was time for me to tell you something, a secret I have been hiding for over 20 years. I have known since I was 21 that Robert is not my father. I had always suspected it growing up. I look nothing like Dad, and I never had any of the same allergies that you both had.
By J. White4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, I must confess...
Hey mom, I have something that I need to tell you. I know that I was not known as being a good kid when I was younger, however you and everyone who knew me as a kid knows that I did a complete 180. However, before I can fully leave the past alone I must confess something…
By A.A.C.4 years ago in Confessions
