In the slums is where I come from, or at least that's what they call it. When the nights are dark, not even a star is lit in the beautiful sky. How do I find my way, as they say, to get out of this world that's all so grey? Every time I walk the streets, I can only see is trash and broken glass. dead bodies all over the highway No mentor, no motivation, in the slums where I come, or at least that's what they call it. no way out, but I do know it's always a way in. See, we have to kill, we have to fight, no mama to hold us tight, no father to tell us goodnight. In the slums when the women and men carry guns. Kids are always crying, and the streets are full of the homeless. Drugs on every corner, when and how do I find my way out of this endless cycle? Tears rolling down my face as I realize this is fate, this is the world we live in. I am in a fight against what we call life in a world that's so cold. In the dark, where you should not roam with women and men out like wolves as if it's a full moon. Staying strong because I know I will make it out till the death of me, and if I don't make it out alive, I know I died trying.

I've been wondering how to kill this pain inside So lonely, So dark, So cold. Trying to be bold, setting a goal Never reaching, so I fell down the pole. Stuck in a twisted world with a twisted mind, oh, shall I not understand The true life of being kind. I'd rather sink in cold drip in gold No, no, no, that's not right. I would rather reach for the stars and travel to the moon cross the oceans while flowers bloom. I'd rather have a beating heart rather than one with no rhythm I'd rather see the reflection of light in your eyes than the dark sky I see at night. I'd rather have skin warm to the touch. Rather than the arctic breeze, I hate it so much. I'd rather have the voice I can hear in my ear, not just in my mind or a silly iCloud. But the voice that makes me smile, or shall I say quiver. I'd rather have a body soft like my pillow not the one of sticks and stones. I'd rather have you here with me dancing to the rhythm and blues as the tears of joy fall down my, face at the dinner table saying my grace. Popping balloons in the room, wax melting YES, I GOT THAT FIRE FOR YOU!!!! Don't you dare spoil my day. Because this is for you, let's bow our heads and pray Pray for better days and better ways Hold on to them as if it's their last day. I waited for this moment, the moment life came back to me, I regained color to my skin, No longer in this twisted mind hell, I don't mind if I shine even if it's for a moment Hubby, this is for you. Rest easy, I will see you soon. Love Delleesa Always 1/16/25 Music used: The hidden valley/Peder b Helland

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Who said you were allowed to be in your feelings? You are supposed to be on a journey of spiritual healing. But yet instead, your head hangs low feeling the floor with puddles. How did you find yourself being this low? You are supposed to take it slow. Why are allowing these feelings to show? Broken minds, Broken times. Seems to take over the mind. Would it be like a cadged bird or behind bars? The only thing you have is time with a broken mind. I tell myself you will be fine just give it a lil more time. Time heals all wounds that's what I hear all the time. But it won't because I can't seem to get this shit out of my mind. Allow me to sip some wine, drowning in my sorrows, will time rewind? Take me back to my happy place, while knowing it was a headache. I'd rather it be that way, because these new feelings are taking up my headspace. You have a new face, but with the same vibe, moving differently, I try to keep up with the same vibe. But I get lost and confused, because who are youuu? You lay your head on me as I try to recognize the who is really in front of me. Sitting in reality I tell myself no this could not be. I'm really in love with who lies in front of me. The face he holds is the face he was born with. This is the one I truly love. Now I really know I have to get my head out of the past. Man, this is really sad. I switched faces. I was clearly living in the past. Faced with reality, I know now I am in love with the man who stands in front of me wrote 12/12/25 short story poems D.H my words

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