Abigail Wadsworth is a first time writer who lives in Durand, Michigan. She has freshly graduated high school and stayed with the marching band as their photographer. She inspires to bring hope and adventure to her readers.
Some days I woke up without a thought that he was gone
Not until I walked downstairs to see no boots at dawn
It won’t matter to you if I even continue on
But I’m the sailor's daughter, he taught me to...
I have done things
I have ruined lives, or so I believe
I wronged people when we were both too young to know
I took their childhoods away as my own had been taken
And now the ...
Things are set in stone
I set him free with a push off the cliff of my own unannounced fears
He fell farther than I wished
I fell with him only he softened my fall
He was crushed twice for my inabilit...
It’s as if I am invisible
Forgotten and alone
No one sees me
No one hears me
No one feels me enter a room
I am the background character in all their lives
Forgotten and unnamed
Not needed in their sto...
I always hear someone knocking
Feel them watching
Although no one’s there
I feel their stare deep inside
This paranoia forever holding me here
Anything can hide in the dark
As I sit here on my knees
The small light fading
I can feel the shadows deep inside
Demanding to consume me
This darkness that I feel cannot be stopped
It is forever at my back
Clawing and grabbing un...