Life Was Laying On The Floor

Life was laying on the floor.
Would mine be anymore?
I didn’t know… no one knew,
But I couldn’t even move.
All I could do was breathe.
So afraid I was dying, about to leave.
I was so scared, so stuck.
Was my life running out of luck?

11-1994
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my first time hyperventilating years ago.
I’m so thankful for God seeing me through those times.
Thank you, C.S.

Trapped Inside a Writer

She’s a writer, but she’s trapped inside.
She wants to get out, but it all just hides.
Her feelings are her emotions, but her emotions her feelings.
She can’t just forget them, they’re still healing.
What she can’t share, she wants to so much.
But she’s so afraid of that painful touch.
What if she didn’t survive? What if she couldn’t make it?
What if her heart was broken, she just couldn’t take it?
She would hurt. She would die.
Just to let you in, she could cry.
It’s such a risk to take the chance.
She’s so in love, but afraid of romance.
What if she trusted you and then felt the pain?
The wedge of the knife would drive her insane.
Just give her time, she’ll someday speak.
She’s dying to share with you, but she’s just too weak.

3-26-1993 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

The Reason

Sometimes it feels like the secrets I hide
Are the only things I have left to share,
And that when I confess them,
No one will have a reason to care.
It seems as though everyone is
Out to discover your memories,
Trying to understand your pain,
Believing they’ll fulfill your needs,
But every time you trust in one,
You’re soon betrayed.
And then they open the door
From which you friendship was made,
Soon again you’re left alone
With no one there to care.
And all your secrets are stolen,
Gaining more heartache to bear.
So when you ask me why it’s hard,
To open up to you,
It’s because i’m afraid to release
The memories I hold onto.

10-10-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: written for Carolyn’s book.
God is my hero.