"Enough" Short Story

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I'm Back

This is my first post in a long while, I know. I will be committing to my blogs more. So, here's my first article published on the Odyssey site. Please read it. https://www.theodysseyonline.com/adult-learners

Mystery Man

We never met face to face,
But I dream of your loving embrace.
Throughout the conversations we've had,
I can trust you with my life good and bad.
Your presence still startles me
Because I don't know what to believe.
Your exterior appears to be hard as stone,
but beneath that, your heart is gold.
I do not know what is your will,
but being without you makes me ill.
I'm not sure what you think of me,
But to me, you are a man of mystery.
-- Jalisa Smith
December 9, 2014

Trapped

Feeling the sun's warmth and cool breeze, I miss the things that put me at ease.

The singing birds and peaceful bliss, now are a distant memory.

Talking to trees and seeing animals flee are no more for me as I am lucky to see a cat greeting me.

The sparkling lake and its rippling saddens me because I am no longer one with it.

The air that used to clear my head now only lives to suffocate me.

Where I lived before was inspiring to me, but now I am a blank slate.

I cannot form a thought without it crawling back in my head.

I don't know what is going on, but I feel alone in this place.

Where I no longer have a mind of my own, but possessed by smothering and isolation.

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Freedom in Flames

Walking in a forest of endless Hell,

Living as an empty shell,

Wondering if I was doomed to fail,

I stand within this darkened realm.

A can of gas beside my feet,

Matches huddled in my hands,

I ponder on this mortal choice,

Should I continue submission,

Or finally decide my future life?

I hear them coming at brisk pace,

Demanding they control my fate.

Carrying their chains of power,

My keepers trap me, intending to strike.

Saying I belong to them,

That I must live to serve their will.

Drenching myself with the gas,

I light the match and burst into flames.

The witnesses all scream in horror,

But I just smile into tranquil silence,

Drawing my last breath.

-- Jalisa Smith

6/11/2013

The Love of a Fallen Angel

As darkness comes

And white turns black

The Fallen Angel appears in sight

Her skin pale white

Hair black as night

She wanders the Earth

Away from the light

We notice her beauty

And sense her plight

There’s a battle coming

Between Heaven and Hell

Fighting for her allegiance

They fight to the death

Wanting no part, she flees the scene

Wanting her freedom, she burns her wings

Falling towards the ground

Until we catch her

Looking into her eyes, she says it all

She just wants to be human, free, and loved

So we take her into her arms

And whisk her away

From the dominating clutches of Heaven and Hell

Her choice is made

And both forces retreat

With an everlasting anguish

That their angel has fled

Realizing she’s free, she kisses us both

Thanking us eternally for claiming her for love

                                    -- Jalisa Smith

                                    June 7, 2012