bittersweet goodbyes our fairy tale begins in the ocean of creativity a sea monster swims, looking and figuring seeing other floats, he grabs some wood the sea monster plans away as best he could adding more sea #life, six make it float opening the gates, cats jump aboard the boat scurrying around, quickly deciding to reside the cats eager to open their heart and their minds they planted flowers and trees made out of internet ink attracting more felines, though the wood did not sink the new cats and kittens were accepted and felt loved this instant belonging was needed for the new bunch some kittens immature, but growing and learning writing and reading and liking and loving setting sail, with no destination in mind picking up speed and friends, in for the ride the sea got dangerous, lightning seen, thunder sounded though the original litter of cats stayed optimistic and grounded phases of plagiarism, tweets, spam and fan fiction though poetry mainly fuelled the addiction ignition after time, against the efforts of the sea monster, the boat began sinking cats began to panic, worried about the sea, thinking about what they could do to help keep the wood from rotting the sea monster carefully handed the wood over to someone figuring the cats gratitude unable to be put into words as he worked and worked and jumped over hurdles he kept the wood afloat while constructing a new boat time passed and here we are awaiting to board the new float the new wood has a name, leaving the old here excited and bittersweet, sentimental of opussia the cats leaving their homes, the kittens, their childhood growing up here, the kittens learnt and are thankful. here she lies, original opussia, full of opussycats. here's to inspiration, the power of words, improving, listening to voices, cats, kittens, liking, submitting, reposting, to challenges, effort, energy, patience, communication, poetry, formed friendships, supporting, emotion, ideas, #haikus, spirit, changing lives, stories, passion, literature, language, trial, guidance, gratitude, expression. to creation, passion and devotion. to the community built on love and words. to saying bittersweet goodbyes. to saying hello with hope. #opuss #opusia

her fingers run gently along the keys playing each melody with empathy reading and playing the notes trying to sing; the words caught up in her throat she has lots to say; but not the heart to say with hypocrisies; to start she is underestimated; hidden behind a cloak she was fine; but her confidence broke #sundayrp although it's changed slightly

she survived, she thrived. She lay there, alone and vulnerable, Consumed with nothing but hurt, Believing she only had herself to blame, Because of the length of her skirt. Her breathing was slowly steadying, As she had run out of tears to cry, So still, she could mistaken for dead, And wouldn’t mind if she was to die. On one Friday night, it took less than an hour, To burn all her hopes and dreams, As the girl believed the words that were spoken, And she fell apart at the seams. She felt violated, disgusted in herself, The vital information about this, she did lack, She didn't yet know, but she was not alone, In this unjustly common fight for her #life back. She was too scared to speak out, And felt too vulnerable to even try, Thoughts racing around in her head, Why her? Why now? Why? Her #life, or so she believed, was over, How to move on, is that even possible? Should she seek closure, or justice? Everything upside down, unable to think logical. And now a year later, the same girl survived and thrived, As she stood on a podium, near that same spot, Ears listened as she told a story close to her heart, She got through it, even when she thought she could not. "You know what I've seen is that people who have gone through unfair, horrific experiences is that they have this will. And when they get support; a chance, they can not only survive, they can thrive." - Olivia Benson. Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. Season 15, Episode 2, "Imprisoned Lives".

misty haze There are tears on her cheeks Water in her eyes All because of someone That she despised All the laughter was drained All the happiness conned The person that was inside Clearly has gone The smile on her flushed face Has quickly disappeared With the swish of her hair To something she fears The spring in her step The dancing in the rain It's her #life that’s gone Took by a sick game Justice may be given But it can't erase What she endured that night In the misty haze

#life after death? Is there #life after death? Or is it just whispers of a breath? Can we have a new start? Repair the broken hearts? New beginning, to make amends? Be a better person, have more true friends? We might have no more pain, #life can be more of a game. Or do we just fade away? Like we only existed yesterday?