Sally DeSmet Trueblood
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Sounds erupt in the distance,
disturbing the quiet in my mind
and infiltrating tranquility.
Building blocks to chaos.
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My Mom was like a perfect rose at springtime,
Pure and beautiful, and the petals perfectly formed,
And it's fragrance sweet and pleasing to the senses.
For the rose, as my mom, came into this world as a thing of beauty.
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When the last leaf has tiptoed down from the security of its shapely branch, lightly spinning without destiny,
to the company of the early leaves that passed before,
it takes its place on the cold dark ground.
Who among us knows that it clung tighter, stayed longer,
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Your world at six was a carousel of pure gold.
Smitten with grassy parks, make-believe toys, and puppies to hold.
Life at six was a circus of days seized with unbridled glee,
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I cannot find this once-beautiful girl through her heroin eyes,
Her eyes are drawn to the dancing poison,
The streams of light are growing dim as evil shadows cast,
To shroud the glow of heaven.
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Sally DeSmet Trueblood Biography
I was born in Nashville, the daughter of a military man which afforded me to move around a lot. I have always enjoyed writing, and have dabbled in it through work in editing and such things. I mainly enjoy writing for pleasure, expression, or as a way to relieve the stresses of life. Now that my children are raised, I would like to carve out more time to pursue my writing. I'm on this odd journey to try to find this little spot for me to sit and do what I enjoy. Life keeps getting in the way, and I'm trying to find a way to merge these colliding forces. For now, I suppose I am grateful to say that at least I am on that journey......)
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A Home Invaded
Sounds erupt in the distance,
disturbing the quiet in my mind
and infiltrating tranquility.
Building blocks to chaos.
Poison invades the home,
Building blocks to chaos.
The house that I designed
falls like stacked matches,
attracted to a flame.
The garden dies, the porch crumbles,
and sirens drown the tranquility in my mind.
My safe place to live is now invaded by the noise of a battle
never won but impossible to ignore,
like little dragons breathing enough fire
to circle and consume my peaceful home.
The drugs took it down to ashes,
so I can stand alone and try to slay
what can't be killed.
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