Christine Diamond The Writer

She Doesn’t Know It Yet By Christine Diamond Avery looks up at me with big milk chocolate eyes and asks if she can have a cookie. “Um yes, my girl, of course you can. You should have everything you want in life.” I pat the side of her juicy plump cheek and smile.  She’s only 6 years old and has the world at her fingertips. She’s looking at her wide smile in her purple plastic makeup mirror. Now the chocolate from the cookie is being spread around like lipstick. She winks at herself and giggles. “Look, I have a cookie kiss!”  The cookie kiss makes me think of my husband and how we playfully kiss. Well, I am with child again, preggers, pregnant. I’ve got a ‘bun in the oven’. The floodgates of mixed up knotted emotions flow out of me at random. I cannot control anything, not even myself. My body is squished from the inside. My emotions are rocked back and forth. It’s not soothing. As I witness Avery carefully place a twinkling jeweled tiara to the top of her long straight brow

My Greatest Fear By Christine Diamond I open my eyes, small slits  The bright world screams I just want to sleep away the pain I look at the time on my phone I’m late The day has started one pace behind. Thoughts of hopelessness flood in  I drown with worry and dread “You have so much to do, you’ll never be able to get to it.” “It’s a worthless fight to keep trying.” “They’ll fire you, why even show up?” With that last thought burning into the back of my brain,  I turn over and hit Snooze… I sleep for a few more hours The sunlight streaming in the grimey window makes me sweat I’m not comfortable here in bed anymore I roll over onto the floor, slightly moist sheets trail after On the floor I smell the synthetic fringed tan carpet, pressed up against my squashed nose. I thought I had an appetite, but no. I lost it. I don’t want to do anything but lie here. It happens again...I start to think too many thoughts I list off what’s wrong in my life,  what’s wrong with me,  and wha

Riddles By Christine Diamond Who is this?: I scare you to show that I care I twist thoughts to make you exposed; bare. Today’s goal is to pick on the weak Next week’s agenda is to prey on the meek I fight your individual liberty with flair Who is this?: I venture into public, pests fogging up my path Strangers glare at me with a fierce wrath My leaders tell me I am dumb So that I will remain numb As I succumb to the mistruths, and sit in a psychological bloodbath Who is this?: I tell you to look at those who are oppressed But it’s really all about the contest The stories I share of lives brutally beaten Are just an afternoon snack that I’ve eaten It fuels my sense of control, I will not rest Who is this? Brother and father clash verbal fists Mother and daughter shun one another with self righteous lists Parent and child are lost in this battle Losing our humanity, transformed into glass eyed cattle All will be lost, if we keep slitting each other’s emotional wrists  Why are