A place to show my work
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/09/02/sick-4/
I am sick of the way you treat me,
like I’m your servant instead of your family.
I keep wondering what I have to do
to earn your love, your care, your softness —
or if this is all I truly mean to you.
But I’m finally seeing the truth:
love shouldn’t feel like begging,
and I’m worth more than the scraps you offer.
I won’t carry your cruelty anymore.
I’m choosing myself —
the one person who has never abandoned me.
In the stillness of a tired Wednesday morn,
Words linger just out of reach, like dreams reborn.
Coffee cups empty, yet hopes start to gleam,
Thoughts swirling like leaves in a gentle stream.
Though frustration may hover like shadows at noon,
A spark can ignite in the heart’s quiet tune.
So I pause for a moment, take a deep breath,
Even tired Wednesdays can inspire new depth.
For within every struggle, beauty takes flight,
Transforming the weary into warmth and light.
I am tired of all the lies and deceit,
Every promise broken, never complete.
Trust has faded, like a setting sun,
What was once bright, now feels overrun.
Words like whispers, lost in the air,
Secrets hidden, it’s hard to care.
I seek the truth, clear and bright,
To find my way back to the light.
No more shadows, no more pain,
I long for honesty, freedom to gain.
Let love be real, let kindness flow,
In a world where the truth can grow.
In the stillness of a tired Wednesday morn,
Words linger just out of reach, like dreams reborn.
Coffee cups empty, yet hopes start to gleam,
Thoughts swirling like leaves in a gentle stream.
Though frustration may hover like shadows at noon,
A spark can ignite in the heart’s quiet tune.
So I pause for a moment, take a deep breath,
Even tired Wednesdays can inspire new depth.
For within every struggle, beauty takes flight,
Transforming the weary into warmth and light.