Faren : Writing

It's me holding the shackles

It's me holding the shackles

A Story by Faren


Dear Husband,The words get lost within me when you try to reach out. I pull deeper and the hate takes hold. I'm screaming and yet nothing comes out. I..
It Festers, Feeds, and Grips

It Festers, Feeds, and Grips

A Poem by Faren


It festers in the far reaches of my mindA singular thought so foreign I cannot say that it is mineI push it away as if a small bug constantly buzzingI..
Drowning Slowly

Drowning Slowly

A Poem by Faren


Water came up rushing against my bare skinTingles shimmered through meMy heart fluttered with delightI leaned into the sensation begging for moreknowi..
Falling Back...

Falling Back...

A Poem by Faren


You come to me once againIn the darkness of my mindTo feed on unwanted thoughtsIn the prison of your designFalling right back into youOnce again you h..
Letting Go...

Letting Go...

A Poem by Faren


Hold me in your sweetest armsIn your embrace I feel wholeFull of holes you keep me downYou will never let me goPush and pull and I give inInto your re..
How do Broken Wings Fly

How do Broken Wings Fly

A Poem by Faren


The impending storm lingers on Loss of words in the raging skyFeathers fall down the mountainAs slowly the waves climb high High on the mountain int..