Shanzy....my absolute pleasure. Thank you so much for taking the time to inform me that my poem meant something to you. That alone means more to me than you'll ever know. Kindest Regards, Sarah Blackstone
Alita... I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. I apologise even more for taking so long to reply to your lovely message regarding my poem. I have had so many issues regarding copyright. My poem was sadly posted by others that claimed it as their own words... This is something that didn't bother me but meant I couldn't respond to you (and others) until the issue was resolved (sad but true). I honestly hope that you did use my words on the plaque like you wished to do. From the inner depths of heart, I'd have had no objections to you doing so. In fact, I'm absolutely overwhelmed that my words could mean so much.I'm hoping that my lack of response didn't stop you from going ahead with the plaque anyway. Either way, I'm sending you my kindest regards. With love, Sarah Blackstone
My brother that I grew up with just went jail for felony evading yesterday because he was scared of the cops. In Texas, they set bond at $100,000. I'm optimistic but very sad. I look at old pictures when we were little, and I start crying. I'm just hoping he can get out soon. All 4 of my brothers and sisters are behind bars. My oldest in San Quinten, the rest are in Texas. I just feel so sad because I'm the only one who does not get in trouble with the law.
I am a woman of beauty and love. You promised me a life I dreamed of. We slept in your car and carried along, yet when it came to committing, you dropped the ball. In my mind I can't fathom why you said the sweet things you never meant. Do not tell me you miss me. Do not say you care. Let me alone. Now I fear you yet still love you in my heart, but I'm not falling again for a dead falling star. My dreams are swallowed up with my tears. When you call, unknown. I'm filled with fear. You hurt me like NO ONE ever has. I can't forgive you, but I need to forget you. You are the abuser; I am the blame. I walk around feeling shame. How did it come to this? Well honey! I got love that won't let me go. Waiting to shine again, you wanted me, but everyone else you listened to. So keep on going. You let me go now; let me be free...free of the truth. I wish you happiness in all my pain while you still leave voicemails of ignorance and pain. You are my biggest mistake to date!
Your poem was lovely. The way you write captures the way you feel and we can see it. You have been blessed. Do continue to use it for God's glory.
This really brought tears to my eyes as I have been dealing with CPS and fighting for my babies for a year and a half. I miss them so much and just wish and pray they would soon be returned to me. No matter what, I will fight for them till the death of me. They are my heart, my life, my world, my everything.
This poem has really told the truth. I'm a recovering addict. I've been clean for 2 years, and I have come a long way. I did not go to a rehab. I did it with God's help, and I will never go down that road again. I really want my story to get out to people. Because if you have God in your life and family to stand by your side and they support you like my family did, anybody can change. I am not ashamed of it. Thank you for listening. Shanon Salyer
I lost my daughter Jaqueline on February 9, 2016. I was 18 when I had her and we grew up together. She leaves behind a little brother, 11 years old. I am one month away from a one year anniversary of her death. There is no way to escape the pain and loss of a child. She was my only daughter; she was 26. She was an addict. I can't help but to look back every day and think what I could have done different. She was the breath that I breathe and now my breath is gone. For everybody else, they move on. As a mother I'm frozen in place. I've done the unthinkable. I did her makeup her hair and her finger nails along with performing her eulogy for her funeral. I have one regret and that is that I did not carry her casket. That should have been mine to do, too. How is it that I still breathe when it is like I can take no more breath for the pain in my heart is so extreme that sometimes breathing is not an option? I take comfort knowing I'm not alone. There are others like me, daughterless.
No one bullies me to the point where I break. It's all me. I am the bully which kicks myself farther down this dark hole. At first I was just sitting next to it laughing at everyone who fell, but then I realized it wasn't fun. It hurts. Since I was young I realized something was wrong. It felt weird. I became something I always feared: weak. I put on this façade that I am this strong girl. I cry in front of no one so they don't think I weak. But when I finally collapse after all that holding onto, they think I'm crazy. Do they not understand that I bottle up my emotions until they come gushing out. Sometimes when I'm sitting with my family and they're listening to a sad song I have to bite myself to the point that I bleed just so I don't cry. I'm not crazy. I just mix reality with my dreams, expecting something to happen. It doesn't. I am a child at war with myself. I have no enemy. I am not abused. I may be hated. I may be invisible. I may not exist in someone's eyes. But I exist.
I know how you feel. My dad was in jail a couple times and then when I was 6 he went to prison until I was like 10. He missed every birthday, every Christmas, but my dad is in my life but not like I want him to be. Just be strong. That's all I can tell you!
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