Gracefully Written

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WRITINGS

  • flowers

    flowers

    May 21, 2025 flowers planted, grown, and raised in the soil;deep in the earth, near to the core.filled with hope and dreaming to bea beautiful blossoming peony.will i become a flower, a bright petaled…

  • you took everything

    you took everything

    nefariously you crept, into my mind,wary of those with judgement enough to surmise;wary of family who acquired discerning eyes;wary unless i was unattended;meticulously you bonded, ensuring i felt safe,wooing a child with extravagance she…

  • to decay at twenty and three

    to decay at twenty and three

    an hour, sixty seconds, ten minutes pass me by;no amount of time could rectify,not a year or more, could heal my pain,you see, i bare an incurable, lifelong burden,forever these remain.ponder yourself into a…

  • Part Two

    Part Two

    i ask of you, the one who created and broke me, will you hunt for another little girl, or will this end withwhat you have done to hurt and shame this little girl you…

  • Part One

    Part One

    Will I Ever Run Past the Bounds of Your Grasp? just how long has it been since i slept a full sleep,since i prayed to christ and finally was granted peace?was there simply a…

  • Me and My Cage

    Me and My Cage

    Me and My Cage alone and traumatized before labor began,taken and isolated alone in an incubator afterbirth.no problems keeping warm in there, though, which grows to be what i miss most.smaller than a baby,…

  • Tribute To My Namesake;

    Dear Namesake, Glenda Frances (Rayburne) Laseman May 31, 1944~May 29, 2011 with bouquets of tiger lilies, skin that shows its worn and tired places,a smile like sun that engulfs all the darkness,rungs of scripture…

  • i am becoming everything you tried to weed out.

    i am becoming everything you tried to weed out.

    standing before the only judgement i have ever known,  i hum a tune of joy and resilience. he seethes, gnarls, at my very existence. may it be my energy, aura, or even my ability…

  • Golden Era

    to act like the blood and wound aren’t related; deliberately blinding eyes as old age might do, so as not to be a spectator or pursue, thought ought not travel to heart, you pray,…