s t e r i l e

s t e r i l e

c o l d walls and w h i t e sheets with a smell of b l e a c h but at least it was c l e a n. A white curtain d i v i d e d room 207 in the CICU unit of the hospital. Walking down the b u s t l i n g hallway being passed by nurses and doctors some rushing some taking their time… S t o p p i n g outside his door you could just hear the

b e e p

b e e p

b e e p

b e e p

of the heart monitor that was making sure my daddy was still a l i v e throughout the days and nights. I z o n e d out the rest of the b e e p s and the nurses some laughing with patients till I could h e a r

one voice

the only voice… if I could just hear that voice i know I could keep myself strong. I walked into that s t e r i l e room and ran into the arms outstretched. Then I h e a r d it…

I heard his v o i c e

daddy …

“I’m going to be alright Beth”…





i l o v e y o u d a d d y❤️



don’t ever let someone tell you you’re worthless… because God says…you are worth so much more than this.

In Her Head…

The chains that turn and shake with every

breath she takes makes her lovely smile

slip away. Her head that and every time

the chains shake her heart breaks a little

more each and every day. Her sobs can be

heard. Though under a pillow she hides,

but if you look at her face you will see that

she has smile that looks out of place. You

See she put up her mask before she fell and


that she has fallen she feels trapped in a

cell. she still is breaking from the chains

that are bound in her head, the chains that

hold her captive until there is nothing left

of the girl they once knew …who knows

maybe just maybe there is a way to escape

the chains that are in her head.