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Crystal Freda Nov 2018
she lay in bed
at one o'clock.
eyes not a bit sleepy,
no sheep with their flock.

she wish to close her eyes
for sleep she desires.
her thoughts jumble
and her mind is wired.

at last she goes to sleep
after quite a long bit,
but this is her sleep schedule
and she can't quit.
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
The look in your eyes
breaks my heart.
The look in your eyes
stretches our strings apart.

The look in your eyes
gives me second thoughts.
The look in your eyes
puts my stomach in knots.

The look in your eyes
brings me to tears.
The look in your eyes
has changed in these years.

The look in your eyes
is not okay.
The look in your eyes
fades as you walk away...
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
She faced many battles as she could,
saving many people's lives,
but her own heart was breaking
and losing air to survive.

Every time she saved someone's life,
she would neglecting her own.
Never thinking of herself,
who was abandoned and alone.

She cared more for others,
but they did not for her.
She made her needs non-existent,
and they became a blur.

Every problem she had
she tried to ignore,
but soon her body was too weak,
and couldn't take no more.
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
I stand alone on the rock
restless from my long walk.

A journey I've taken for awhile
with pain aching at every mile.

I have finally made it to the place,
but I am alone in this race.

I have lost so many in this journey
and sadly it hurts me.

I have only had God who never left
and He knew what was best.

Now I stand on this rock just God and me,
and maybe that's where I need to be.
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
her vanilla dress
lay against the grains
of the tannish sand.

her eyes match the sea,
the whites of her eyes
watch the pebbles in her hand.

the waves brush against her feet
as she runs away laughing
her smile shines so bright.

not a gray cloud in the sky
on this lovely sunny day
where the clouds are pearly white.
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of a tiny pebble
causing a small ripple
and crashing against my boat.
I'm afraid.
Afraid of a miniature droplet
falling on my bright sunny day.
I'm afraid.
Afraid of the smallest things.
Never knowing if I'm going to be okay.
I'm afraid.
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
He took her hand
and took her to a raging land
where everything was different
and nothing was planned.

He held her hand and didn't let go
through the pressuring winds that blow.
The storms were so strong and harsh.
It felt like a tornado.

After the storm was over and gone,
she asked him why it was so long.
He responded still holding her hand.
"I wanted to show you with me, you are strong."
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