saramitchell

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  • saramitchell 12w

    With Great Demand

    Sitting with my toes dipped in the creek and I think: There’s something about the water rushing up against the rocks with a demand to get through. It doesn’t ask for permission nor forgiveness. It just demands because it has a destination. It keeps moving at all costs. Much can be learned from this. Often times we allow excuses or obstacles to justify our staying in one place and accepting what is expected of us, but how will we ever become great and fulfill life’s purpose if we just sit down and shut up?
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  • saramitchell 12w

    Innocence

    Here I sit, begrudgingly, yet somewhat thankful. Jaded, yet still finding hope in little crevices that I didn’t even know existed. Surely, I am blessed because even after all the hurt, I still manage to find the little girl that believes in true love. I see her with the daisies crowning her brunette locks. I hear her songs of innocence. I still witness the stars in her eyes that spark the manifestation of the one that was created for her.
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  • saramitchell 18w

    Enchanted

    And she danced with the skeletons of her past hoping to resurrect them.
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  • saramitchell 35w

    ‘Tis But A Memory

    Scattered roots of sunflowers and its broken petals billowing mid air. The smell of momma’s home cooking permeating every square inch of home. Children’s laughter crippling the silence. Hands that were made for loving and kisses created for the cheeks of those closest. These are the things that I experienced long before the hurt came knocking at my door. These are the things that continue to save me long after the ones that promised they’d stay, left.
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  • saramitchell 35w

    At Any Cost

    He whispered: “This is special to me.”
    Demanding me to believe his statement. All the while, feeling the lackluster of sincerity and emotion behind it.
    I’m too far in to back out, now. Let him do as he pleases.
    The suffocating grip of reality and fantasy colliding to create a paradox.
    How did I get here?
    Days ago I was such a strong woman that could easily say no.
    This isn’t what I want. Not this way; giving myself to someone I had otherwise not intended to. This one wins. He meant nothing to me, yet here I lie, slave to his every command, yet willing to do so.
    Who am I? What have I done with the girl so willing to be free?
    Loneliness is such a bitter place. We allow all company in, no matter the cost.
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  • saramitchell 40w

    Relentless

    These blank pages no longer offer motivation for my words. Clawing at pieces, begging to have its own space. There’s just too much pain. No empty cubbies to put the hurt in so I can sigh in relief. This is what makes one break another’s heart. We are just broken souls searching for someone that has room to harbor some of our pain.
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  • saramitchell 40w

    Undiscovered Treasure

    What about the dandelions? No one talks about the joy they bring after a season of frost or the hope it brings long before they’re viewed as unnecessary. They lose their beauty. I liken myself to the dandelion. Often viewed as lovely until the new wears off. Still, I rise, hoping for another chance to be seen. Alas, history repeats itself and I remain insignificant.
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  • saramitchell 40w

    Heaviness

    She looked up and swore to her God that she couldn’t take one more second here. Gripping every ache in her body until all the breath left her body. Yelling until her voice lost all strength to carry on.
    Tears falling down her cheek and forming puddles at her feet.
    Is this really all she had to look forward to since becoming a woman?
    Her perpetrator demanding silence; speak nothing to no one.
    The thing about silence is that it demands to be carried, but what does one do with it once it becomes too heavy?

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  • saramitchell 43w

    His words dripped down my neck and onto my chest until my heart swallowed them whole.

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  • saramitchell 43w

    And I’ve tasted nothing sweeter than you.
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