Not much to be said
Offerings of voices
Singing with whispers of hope
Silent screams
Tears rolling down
Pruned hands
Trust they say
Lean back
Its not the heights that scare you
But the everlasting feeling
The vertigo of preparations
Trying to hold on to that smile
Refusing to wash that sweater
For one day the scent will
Dissolve
A bit of them is there
Within the fibers
Within the torn leather chair
Knobs of nails
Patina over time.
The pictures you keep
The broken beads
Hidden away
You can't take it with you
Everything returns eventually
Eventually...
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Author’s Note: Hi I'm Anna, My passion is art and writing. I look at my writing as art, being able to share is a gift, a gift I want to give everybody of my art.
A little bit about me, I'm not a stranger to panic attacks as I have them every so often as well as since 2006 I was diagnosed with Schizoaffective disorder, an ongoing journey of making sure to take care of myself holistically and through talk therapy. I guess you could say for me to write my prose and share my written art is very therapeutic I am currently working on a book about my time at Art School and so far It is very healing quite a beautiful excursion to be on.
Some other side things about me is that I love to bake. I love to crochet. I love hiking and I love the Chicago Bears like my Pops. I hope you all enjoy my written art. Thank you so much!