Childhood
A broken child
I woke up in tears from a nightmare, everything black and white. Unrecognizable people and unknown surroundings, only it wasn’t a dream at all. “Where’s my mother” I asked, The two men in dark shaded suits look down at me and say nothing. I knew I couldn’t do anything to get away, I knew my mother wasn’t coming back or that I would be seeing her again. All I knew is that it was over. That I had to learn to be alone, that I couldn’t speak without being punished. I realized that I wouldn’t be listened to, I wouldn’t be told I’m loved or that I’m beautiful. I had such fear I’d never recieve a hug again. I was certain I wouldn’t be me after this.
By Kaleesha 4 years ago in Confessions
A Broken Home
Everyone saw a happy, healthy family. But what I saw, was a broken home. If only walls could talk it have stories to tell you wouldn't believe. Stories even I didn't believe, till I lived them. I was always told the home you grow up in builds the person you become, it's true. This home built me...
By Christina Vance4 years ago in Confessions
He smothered my heart in smoke
I was only about 10 when i had met him, and all he did was ruffle my feathers and taunt me for my looks. I've always been an easy target for bullies or antagonists of my school because I was always, short, scrawny, and timid. And every time he saw me he'd point out one of these very things. He was the first actual bully i had ever dealt with in my entire life. Most kids would just say a mean thing or two and go on about their business. But he was different, more consistent, and aggravating. It was as if he lived his entire life to patronize me because he enjoyed my many reactions. On some days i'd cry, on some days i'd sulk, and on rare occasions i'd get angry. Like the time he threw wood chips in my hair, or when he pulled at my puffballs until my scalp was sore. Luckily after the 4th grade year was over, i never saw him again. Well for about 3 years, he was gone without a trace. He'd cross my mind from time to time, but he'd leave it as soon as he entered. At the time his existence held no meaning to me. I didn't know whether he was dead or alive, but that never really mattered to me to be quite frank.
By M4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Ma
Dear Ma, I have been trying to write you this letter for years now but never could finish it because it would remind me of the pain and disappointment I felt as a child. What's impressive is that it took Vocal Media to give me the push I needed or the motivation to get it done. Vocal Media is a platform for writers like myself from worldwide to share their stories and poems. I joined with hopes of becoming a well-known writer.
By Gabrielle Jackson4 years ago in Confessions
Bright Are The Stars That Shine. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge. Top Story - June 2022.
Dear Mom, I'd give anything to see your reaction to my crazy tale, fifty-eight years in the making. Instead, it's just me, this keyboard, and the never-ending search for a worthy turn of phrase. I'd rather be holding your hand.
By Catherine Marie4 years ago in Confessions
Three things to say; Rhetorical Questions to follow
Mother: (verb) To bring up (a child) with care and affection. Dated: To give birth to. To the woman who delivered me, perhaps you carried me in your womb for nine months. That is the only courtesy that you have given me in truth. I confess, you had me fooled; I believed that the stories you would read to me, the times we would spend together were precious. However, as I have grown, I have learned that they were merely a means to an end. You are the only one who doesn’t know this confession, it’s the world’s worst kept secret.
By Crystal Ayers4 years ago in Confessions
It's Mother's Day
Dear Mom, Dear Mother, Dear Laura, Hi, It's been nearly five years since we have talked. I've re-written this letter probably a hundred times over during these years, yet it always seems to fall short. But it's Mother's Day, so here goes nothing.
By Indigo Wolfe4 years ago in Confessions
Momma, I remember the night I found out Santa isn't real...
Momma, Remember when I was 12 and we were spending Christmas Eve night/ Christmas morning at Nana & Pop’s house? It was late Christmas Eve night and we had finished all of our Christmas Eve festivities. Me, you, sister, grandparents were slowly, holiday-cheerfully bringing the night to an end and getting ready for bed (for Santa to come!). All that was left to do was to wait for Santa to arrive.
By Corinn 4 years ago in Confessions
Rewarded Handsomely
"Maman, just read one more chapter, and you will be rewarded handsomely." Probably my best line, and it wasn't really mine - I'd borrowed from a cartoon rendition of a Hans Christian Anderson tale. It worked - you read a bit more. We often laugh about that memory, but something I never told you is that I am still waiting for the day where I can reward you as handsomely as you deserve. We have the sort of relationship where I can tell you almost anything, and I am grateful for the secrets we already share, the lack of immediate or recent confession options. I'm struck by the pleasant thought that if I had a daughter, I'd want us to relate in the way you and I do.
By Sofie Q4 years ago in Confessions
The truth is in bold
Dear mom, there’s a thing or two that I haven’t told you. You may be thinking that I lied about my first kiss, or how many Saturdays I spent in the safety of Amy’s bedroom, and in that case, you wouldn’t be wrong, but I’m not writing this to confess any lies. I know you believe you know me from the inside out. You would say you know me better than I know myself.
By spirit 4 years ago in Confessions
