F- Faith

F- Faith

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Nobody knows,
With that I was wrong;
Cause He who created,
The soul from dust;
Knows exactly,
The pain that we bore;
Without reservations,
He knows it all.
So now here I say,
That somebody knows-
The pain that we carry;
He watches us all;
He knows that the sorrows,
Will make our faith strong;
That twisting and falling,
Plants our feet firm;
Crying and screaming,
Makes our eyes clear;
To see vividly,
The goodness on earth;

Nobody know-
That statement reflects,
Depair deeply rooted-
And we’re  a long way from there.


Day eight NaPoWriMo’s challenge is to write a Palinode. It is a poem in which the poet retracts a statement or view expressed in an earlier poem.

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Flash Fiction: Blackouts 4

Flash Fiction: Blackouts 4

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Upon Richard Blake’s arrival to Willow’s Place, Allison wasted no time in relaying to him the events of her divorce, return of her blackouts and the poster left for her. Richard listened with utmost attention and when Allison was done speaking, he said, “let’s take a drive”.
“To where?” Allison questioned suspiciously.
“To the most colorful part of town”, Richard replied with a grin.

Allison turned her gaze to the houses lining the streets of Balmary as Richard drove through. She focused on the passers-by, all in an attempt to block out any unwanted conversations Richard, her father, might decide to spring up.

All was well until Allison cried out, “I don’t know what to make of all these”. “My head is in a wobble”. Richard brought the car to a halt and turned to his daughter.

     “Am I- am I going nuts again“, Allison asked, tears welled up in her eyes.

“No, baby girl”, Richard replied reassuringly, then added in a rather grim tone, “I believe someone is trying to make it look that way”.


Word count: 176. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. I exceed the allowed word count by (1 word) 😀 will try harder next time. This is also the fourth part on the series “Blackouts”: part 1, part2, part 3.

           Do you think Richard is genuinely trying to help his daughter, or is he just blowing smoke? 

Let the Light-

Let the Light-

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When you can’t feel your legs,
Numb and held in a sweat;
Mini shivers from the head,
Fetal position in bed;
Whispers swirling round and round,
Blurry Vision, fading out;
There was a time, roses bloomed;
Legs were dancing walking moon;
Hands would grasp strawberry juice;
Beds were home to girls in blue;
Mini victories brought on smile,
Friends would always understand.

Dwell in those thoughts for a while;
Fight the darkness with your mind;
Force the joy till it becomes-
Part of you, reflex rebound;
Let the light seep through the thoughts,
Embrace the joy that you’ll become;
There’s only so long night can stay
Before outshone by the sun’s rays.
And though each rose has got a thorn,
Roses are still very much loved.

When All Odds Fail…

When All Odds Fail…

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Forgive me dear Lord,
For I have sinned;
Mistook your guidance
And fell in too deep;
Went with my wrong judgement
Now I clearly see-
You kept me away
For my own benefit…
Was too stubborn to see.

Now, my head laid down
I call out to thee-
Please hear my Cries
And help me free;
This world is too much,
For the soul underneath-
Help me see light,
Send me please calmth;
Thank you my lord-
For not forsaking me.