Closure

When she felt tiny pieces of herself return,And that the past won’t come to life. Or even haunt her anymore,That was when real closure happened.©ZeinaA.G

Presenting: “Magpie Reviews”

Welcome back to WordPress my friend 😊 looking forward to read your reviews. HELLO LOVELIES! I MISSED YOU! I don’t know how to do this. For the past five (5) years, all I’ve been doing on this blog is writing poems, stories and promoting bloggers and newbie writers. I’ve suffered a massive writer’s block this…

I’ve Kept

I’ve kept your memory buried deep in my heart,Completely protected,In a place where nobody has the key to. I’ve made huge promises to a memory,That I can no longer live up to,Because a part of my soul has paid the cost of its disappointments. Now as I leave this phase of my life behind me,I…

Float Away

Sometimes the memories hit hard,That she can barely breathe. Sometimes she wants to go back,To the way things were. Then she sees all the beautiful moments waiting ahead,And all the bad memories just float away.©ZeinaA.G

I Worried

I worried about their heartaches,Sometimes more than mine. I worried to tell them how I really felt. I worried about showing them how my smile faded,Each time they did something wrong. I worried about their life,And safety. I worried until they turned their backs on me forever and left. I felt betrayed and angry,It was…

Criticism—Yes, It Can Hurt

Once a writer’s work is published it is out there—and at the mercy of the critics. Reviews are what help spread the word about their writing, but the simple fact is that not everyone is going to like it—or at least be glowing with praise. Of course, one would hope they would, but people have…

Video

If you need a good laugh this is a video of a conversation I was having with my goddaughter Sara yesterday… Here’s the translation. Sara: First of all, once daddy was asleep on the sofa. My brother put his hand in front of dad’s face and he told me there’s an ant there. So when…

You’re A Survivor

Pain shoots through each cell of your body, stripping you away from everything you ever loved. You are left trembling from your wounds. You question your ability to survive, while you’re dragging yourself to function. The only thing that makes sense is remaining quiet and for a period of time, you do. But, your silence…

A Bit of Grief on a Sunday

Because, let’s face it, Sunday is a day for grieving – even if it’s only over your football team’s failure on Saturday. Zeina introduced the idea of ‘grief knocking on the door’ and it occurred to me that most of us are actually quite welcoming hosts, when it comes to grief, as long as the…