One more day

One more day

Sometimes it takes more than I have to keep the mask on straight,
Painful thoughts invade my mind, making me want to hate.
With a history of violent sorrow, misery and rage, 
It makes me fearful to turn to the next days page.
What if I don't I have what it takes? I don't know if I can make it through,
What if I go blind to my actions, what if I take it out on you?
Brilliant rainbow hues fade to bleakness, darkened gray,
It's another one of those fake it and make it days.
Pretend the world is great and everything in mine is right,
If I can make it through today I can wait to cry tonight.

Written by Kriztyna Bradshaw
Posted on 01-09-13

Forever Empty

Forever Empty

I want that elusive gift from mother nature, I just don't seem to ever be in her favor.
For years and years I've done my best, done what I'm supposed to, given God the rest.
But time after time I've been disappointed, and it's making my disposition a bit disjointed.
Holidays come and other families grow, but mine stays the same, why I just don't know.
The rest of me can create a multitude of things, I can sew, write poetry, crochet and sing.
But the thing I long to create more than any other, is a child to care for, to love and to mother.

Written by Kriztyna Bradshaw
Posted on 12-27-12

America from the passenger window.

America from the passenger window.

Travelin down the road I see all sorts of new faces, I love the scenery, all the beautiful new places. 
I've crossed the Hudson, Wabash and Mississippi, and I've taken pictures of all to keep the memories with me. I've watched the trees turn from emerald to gold and ruby, and the sapphire of Lake Erie brought tears, truly moved me. 
I've rolled down the trail of tears, and traveled the buffalo trail, and route 66, my friends, is alive and well. 
I haven't seen the whole country no way, not even close! 
But I'll stare out this semi truck window until I do, coast to beautiful coast.

Written by Kriztyna Bradshaw
Posted on 10-24-12