Author: Crystal Gail Welcome

Beautifully Broken

Authenticity is what we all search for, and rarely find. With every flaw, every wound chapters form to make sense of my incredible life. Words haven’t flowed smoothly lately. In fact, words are dry and hardened, and evacuation is difficult and infrequent. All the unwanted waste accumulates, rotting flesh that can’t rebuild. In truth, I […]

Adapt

a·dapt əˈdapt/Submit verb make (something) suitable for a new use or purpose; modify. become adjusted to new conditions Papers released into the air collapsing slowly on my desk. Each sheet a memoriter of a forgotten legacy. Lately, my thoughts have been a polished reflection of the life I used to lead. On this day last […]

Words

There is this sound that is spoken. If you listen closely, there is a subtle space between, like a rhythm unseen. So in this language, I will speak. I will reach deep into the dark places of all the indeterminacy that imprison me. These shackles restrict and seek to conquer me. But my words are […]

Life

A beautiful struggle I was born into chaos Nursed on bitterness chest Inhaled discontent Nurtured on hate Teethed on rings of deceit Crawling, walking, running away First words voiceless, silent Educated on lies Beautiful dresses, abused nakedness Her broken promises, futile forgiveness Her aversion to love Behind her shadows I fall, short In her absence, […]

I am

I am a small girl living in a big town I speak softly yet my words are echoed loudly I am a short girl in a tall suit I am a happy girl who wears a big frown I am hidden behind everything you seek I am so tired but I rarely sleep I rarely […]

Sinking

    I say, “I’m drowning”, you throw me a lifebuoy…but not close enough to save me. If I am meant to live, then I need to swim. There falling,           S                         I                         N                         K                         I                         N                         G … Those troubled waters capsizing. Anxiety fills my lungs, constantly choking […]

Over

I cannot stand you You make my face now black blue Gun in hand fuck you 30/30 Challenge 

She

Defeated to the point that she is Incapable of motion, her body has been Taken from her, she feels Obsolete. Absent is the notion of herself Adrift in a daze Hidden from the world she is Invisible. Misplaced, with all hope Vanished her compass, broken she is Off-Track, dial spinning Disoriented. Without direction, she is […]

Synesthesia

Propinquity sparks inertia You are gravity to me An essential force of nature Orange colored rays erect at the sound of your voice An aromatic rain occupies my cerebellum The biology of the brain connected to the heat of your heart Stimuli connecting with a spark 30/30 Challenge

Passively

the unwavering unevenness of the atmosphere the wind acquiesced succumbing to the trees whistling submissively each blow shivering wanting too but unwilling to cease an assaulted cyclone apathetically directionally indifferent nonviolent a breeze static as a rosebush floating in a river yielding to the uninvolved sun unflappable the wind gently agrees 30/30 Challenge