|In the memories of my beloved fallen TAURUS/OX Brother, Anthony.|
My RecoveryMy Fear, My Doubt, My Self-esteemMy Recovery by nnf247
My way to Recovery.
My Lost, My Hurt, My pain
My Recovery is not easy
My Faith, My Hope, My Dream
Of my life I wanted to be.
My Path, My Way, My Journey
My Travel to Recovery
My travel is long
For I am 30 years old
I don’t know I far I travel
I didn’t know I was that strong
I stand on my own
Without being alone.
To be more independently.
Even With my disability
To stand more proudly
But it wasn’t easy.
But my God is with me.
To my path recovering.
My path of recovery
My path of healing
For this is not the end for me.
It only just the beginning.
Professor Utonium would be mad Blossom entry 2“‘Good girl go bad!’ I heard that on the radio. I didn’t tell my sister about Brick or I secretly went on dates with the sinful bad guy. But I know Bubbles been seeing Boomer, and Bunny with that new guy, Buster. Buttercup and Butch??? Nah. They fight way too damn much.”Professor Utonium would be mad Blossom entry 2 by nnf247
Blossom giggle. Those fighters.
“But it was our first date that leave me breathless.”
She stopped. “Brick…” she whisper his name.
“He pick a crazy location for us to meet: at a cemetery. I would’ve curse him out when I got there but he leave some petals to guide me through. I end up in a cemetery garden. There he set up a picnic. We was surrounded by flowers. For once I saw him dressing…nice.
I have more than one emotion inside me at that time: flatter, scared, curious, and embarrass. And in the same time, I thought I was crazy of doing this, going out a date with a bad boy.
He got an Italian food for us to eat…and some wine…r
The bad boy issue Blossom entry 1Blossom came home in an empty house. Glad to have time for herself, she decided to do type her report for her job. She got on the computer and log in her account. She open Word but her mind was somewhere else.The bad boy issue Blossom entry 1 by nnf247
“Why can I get you out of my mind?” she said to herself. She decided to do a journal entry instead.
“He’s a bad boy. A very sinful Bad boy. But yet I’m fallen for this bad boy who been in my life since kids. But we’re all adults here, right?”
She stopped and wonder.
“But I’m a good girl. A Power Puff Girl, fighting criminal and bad guys. Bad Boy.”
“Why am I thinking Bad boy.”
“Things change since he pop back in my life. There was red roses at my desk a few months back. No name, just said ‘sweet blossom’. I was afraid it was a stalker but I still have to close up that night. Stupid me to forget my purse and key. And at my desk, he was waiting for me…
He was so…seductive. Show no
I'm official 30 years old as of today. I learn so many things, good and bad. Pleasant and painful. There's some questions still not answer. For I am not at the level of wise. only gain wisdom.
I'm glad that my old age is now showing wisdom today. My new poem touch someone that make them want copy of my work.
I also help with someone situation. My scares of my past can heal others. I may not be in las Vegas, but I'm where I needed to be.
For I only gain wisdom but I'm not wise.
I still have question, I still asked why
I still search for answer and research I can find
For I gain Wisdom, but I am not Wise.