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Poetry
National Poetry Writing Month – April 2022 – A Poem A Day Month – Find My Poems Here: https://dawnreneewrites.com/april-2022-a-month-of-poetry/
Short Stories
Eye of the Storm – Dawn Renee Writes: https://dawnreneewrites.com/eye-of-the-storm/
A Sea Tale | Dawn Renee Writes
Weekend Escape | Dawn Renee Writes
Latest from the Blog
Finding Calm
Shell strewn path crunches underfoot Sandals protect from sharp edges Jasmin and coconut lingers on salty air Sometimes home helps reset. A calmness in the middle of a storm Not knowing what waits on the other side How long can I stay here, Watching turquoise waves roll in Soothing my tired soul? Forever?
Spiral
Spiraling again, no bottom in sight. Free falling, begging for a soft landing, But knowing there will be skinned knees Endless tears, and heartache all the way. This darkness will end. Won’t it? Keep pushing through; No, just stop and breathe… It’s only bad in your head. The skies will be blue again, Clouds part…
Coral
The drop of color, Bright on my fingertips; The color of young love. The orangey pink hue, Reminds me of me and you. Do you remember the dress? I picked it for you, hoping to make you smile. My nervousness, waiting at the gate… Yes, children, we waited at the gate back then. Twirling in…
Driven Insane…
A slowness fell over her No longer willing to press back The voices, they were real, She wasn’t imagining it. Watching her every move. Gaslighting from within. No one would have believed it… Unless they heard it themself. She wasn’t losing it after all. They were laying traps. She no longer cared why. Time is…
Restart
Sitting here, wind in my sails…gone An unsettled uneasiness engulfs me Stress is building, fingers are pointing nothing feels safe anymore… Never work, not home, even things that distract… I need to get lost, go away, be unburdened Be alone with my thoughts But I can’t think anymore If I do, I’ll lose my mind.…
Renewed
The sky closes in and the wind picks up Creaking limbs let go of dead leaves Falling and sticking to everything below Pelting droplets find their way Through the canopy above Muddied boots sink in softened ground Eyes up, hoping to rinse away The dirt and grime of days gone by Hopeful for the past…
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