Dawn Renee Writes

Create and Enjoy Life!

This site is devoted to various musings and thoughts.

Life is a journey, enjoy the ride.


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

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…

Bruxed

Waking, fists clenching sheets Jaw tight and weary of keeping it in Mouth on fire, teeth rattle in my head 15 months of constant strife This is now only a shell of a life. The goal now met, now what? Do I return to the status quo? Shift my position? Or move to something new?…

Cheese

Grinning from ear to ear But her eyes gave her away Diving in, another piece of cheese. Her only solace, was she a mouse? Cheddar melting on her tongue, The sharpness makes her feel…. It’s about all that she senses. Spiraling, watching it happen. Still not sure what will make it stop. Make it stop.…

Aisle Eight

Sitting here, biting lips, Trying not to say a word. Cringing as the future unfolds, One voice drowned by the din. They know exactly what they do, But it’s not what the cheering masses think. Those who see it know, We won’t be heard for now, But we’ll end up cleaning the mess they make.…


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