Don’t Give Up

Photo by u0110inh Vu0103n Lu00e0nh on Pexels.com Triad It started long ago. A pattern without reason, rhyme, nor need to know. When daddy first decided on you. I watched from the sidelines pink turned to blue. Envy curled inside my breast, For the one who was chosen, Seen as the best. Now I’m grown, Things…

Blogophilia 17.14

Blopophilia Retrospect The hallway is long, lined with doors. Each door leads to a memory. Red carpet is worn beneath her feet. The walls are dark and dirty. Lights highlight the long path into the past. She knows each door by heart. She has visited some rooms more than others. Some she has avoided all…