Marie Drake's Blog

 Anything for you, 

  but not exclusively.

A practiced phrase used prettily,

  nothing special, nothing new.

Squash your smile and swallow your pride.

  Words, soft and sweet, they build false highs.

It's a long way down when you realize

  anything for you is nothing special, nothing new.

Copyright Marie Drake 05/28/2024

  

 Look into his eyes and take hishand.

Don't be nervous; flash a smile.

On my finger gleams a weddingband,

 

Don't be nervous; flash a smile.

Knees together to hold me up,everything blurs,

     including the crowd.

I've longed for this day forquite a while.

Take deep breaths in and out, abrief ceremony,

     shaky vows.

 

Don't be nervous; flash a smile.

And then it comes: you may kissthe bride.

I've longed for this day forquite a...

      Bethany’s husband calls down from their house on the hill, “There’s a storm coming.” Rumbles in distant clouds punctuate his yell. She raises a hand in his direction, but her mind refuses to acknowledge his interruption. Instead, her thoughts remain in the blissful memory of a carefree summer day. 

     The sun blazed in the sky. Bethany’s daughter, Daisy Mae, was as lovely as her namesake. She danced in the tall grass and bent with the breeze as she moved closer to the riverbank. She smell...

      Tragedy can strikeanyone anytime; life holds no shortage of heartache or pain. Hope is a blessing.It is not rooted in knowledge and can exist without any basis. It is notoptimism. It is a way of thinking that supports an optimistic state of mind. Itdoes not solve problems, but it raises spirits. Distraction from negativity andtraumatic experiences can be achieved through hope. A shield from pain, a badgeof courage when facing a terminal illness, hope absorbs the shock whendiagnosed,...

#amwriting  ©️Marie Drake March 2022

"I detest the color of these walls. I asked once what shade it was, and the answer was alabaster. Not quite white, or yellow, or gray, but a hue to calm and soothe. To me, a tone that shrinks the room and suffocates the mind. I lay down my pencil next to the notebook assigned to record the details of my grief and horror: what happened at the Falls. Here, in my heart, lodged deeply behind pain and confusion, hide resentment and anger. Greedily, I don't want to ...

Pain is a loathsome creature.

It clings and burrows.

It steals your energy and enthusiasm.

It sucks the joy from your favorite activities.

It renders you dependent on medication to get through the most basic daily routines.

It makes you curse the day and fear the night when it robs you of sleep.

It plants seeds of self-doubt and fertilizes them with depression and anger.

It shrinks your world and your dignity.

Pain is a loathsome creature.

I cry when I am alone, when I don't think I can stand another moment. With others near, I am a warrior behind a wall of stone; unbreakable, brave, positive, resilient: everything I want them to see. But, I cry sometimes when I am alone. My fortress crashes, pebbles at my feet. 
Pain, frustration, defeat; my misery leaks, overflows, follows cracks eroded by previous tears.
Emotions purged and thoughts collected, I gather the rocks and rebuild the wall. A smile my shield, I carry on. ©️ MARIE DRAKE ...

 

If love could've kept you here, you'd still be with me. I want to be together again, I miss you more each day.
'Don't rush to follow,' you'd tell me, 'there are so many reasons for you to stay.
Shower our loved ones with your presence and cement their memories. I'm watching over everyone and sending my love through you. Soon enough you'll join me, Love. Forever beside me, when you do.'
©️ Marie Drake January 2022

 If this year has showed me anything, it's that none of us are promised tomorrow. Nobody knows what will happen the next day, week, or month. In the last six months, besides my health diagnoseses, my mother was diagnosed with Stage 3 Ovarian Cancer, my sister was diagnosed with Thyroid cancer, and we lost our nephew to an overdose. Therefore, I didn't listen to the naysayers about it being too early to decorate for Christmas. I went into full-blown holiday mode November 1st. 🎅🤶 We will be hostin...

 Decades later, here you are, your victim costume tattered and worn. You squeeze and tug and hold it together even though it fits too snug and the material is frayed. Elevate yourself, scream and shout at anyone who will listen. Words of woe about those who didn't ingest your venom with gratitude, accept your abuse or give as much as YOU thought they should. Lay blame of your circumstances at others' feet, spit poison in their faces and try to recruit others in your hate campaign. Wake up call. ...