The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • How, Who,

    I have carried myself farther than I ever should have had to go, and somehow I am still here, still breathing, still held together by something I do not understand Strength and weakness all in one: I have bitten down on storms until my teeth cracked, swallowed grief whole and felt it tear its way… Read more

  • anyone out there?

    I.In the hollow of your laughterthe walls trembled with a warmth that now shivers in the absence,each echo a splinter,each silence a weight I am unable to offsetII.You both were my compasses, the nurturing hands, the love, the life, the lighthouse in each storms. now with each breath only the sounds of  ghosts whispering of… Read more

  • Weeping? for?

    Today, I weep,then sleep,then weep againlike that lost sock from the laundry as I sit alone; the weight of the world sits deep within my emotions I reach for the remote yet the TV screen feels like a cruel joke, laughter without warmth,voices from other lives, all pretend I try to hold on,but the walls… Read more