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Stacia Gibson Nov 2021
There are many things to be thankful for.
Like God, family, life and so much more.
That’s what everyone’s thankful for.
But me I’m thankful for my little girl who I adore.
I’m thankful for my family who has never turned me away.
Who’s always had my back till this very day.
I’m thankful for the happiness that came at a cost and the love I had lost.
Most of all I am thankful for life.
For the first responders, doctors and nurses who made a great sacrifice.
The time and effort they put in,
to help my dad back to us  again.
But enough said, I’m glad we’re all here together . May the good times last forever.
Happy Thanksgiving
Stacia Gibson Jul 2018
As I lay here surrounded by the dark
I am paralyzed with fear and pain
I am unable to breath
Unable to move as I feel the pressure choking me
I try to scream; to cry out
But I am unheard
I struggle to free myself from the hold I’m in
But like quicksand I further sink
I feel my body panicking
I reach out in one final attempt to free myself
But the pressure overwhelms me
I feel myself slipping away
Accepting my fate
He whispers in my ear
“ I do this because I love you “
I inhale
“ you breath because I allow it “
I’m Paralyzed with fear and pain
Stacia Gibson Jul 2018
They keep saying it’ll get better
But What if it never gets better?
What happens when the pain and the sadness never goes away
When can I say enough is enough
Each minute goes by as I count the seconds waiting on better to come
It never does
They say before I know it I’ll be happy and better off
They keep saying better
“It’ll get better”
“You’ll be better”
I’m at my lowest and I don’t think better is coming
And I’m tired of waiting for better to show its judge-mental face
Promising nothing but lies spewing false hopes from its twisted mouth
What if better for me is not being here
Maybe better is for them when I’m gone
Gone is better
It’s Better to be gone and forgotten
Stacia Gibson Jul 2018
Confused and in pain
She cries into her pillow
Never to be the same
She looks around her room
Ashamed
Her bears and dolls
Witnesses to her pain
Innocence lost
Only her to blame
She tries for help
But is turned away
She cries herself to sleep
Just to be awaken by It the next day
The monster of her dreams
She fights and screams
She already knows such pain
Never to be the same again
With no one on her side
She tries to commit suicide
Her little body hanging from a
Jumping rope
Because at the age of six
She had no hope
That friend of the family
Finally caught and put away
She was able to breathe and live to see another day

— The End —