From short stories to poetry to just her opinions on life. Heather writes it all.
Peppy the Squeaking Chicken By Heather L. Gonzalez Mr. McFeely had many animals on his farm. Each animal was special in its own way. One of his favorite animals was the chickens. There were red chickens. There were brown chickens. There were black chickens. There were even white chickens. Everyday, Mr. McFeely would feed his... Continue Reading →
I am just a candle On top of a cake waiting to be eaten Here to fulfill other people's wishes Unable to live for myself Stuck in place until snatched From the sweetness Never being able to taste it My warmth comes with a price To give and never receive For I am just a... Continue Reading →
A caged bird sings in the darkness Falling upon deaf ears Losing feathers from flightless wings The cover has been forgotten It stays collecting dust The caged bird only sees the night Though the darkness springs imagination Of soaring above the trees The darkened song bird Can almost feel the breeze The feathers that have... Continue Reading →
Your words cut my skin like invisible knives Each word leaving a new wound Until there is no more surface to cut I am left bleeding unseen to the naked eye Your words enter my blood stream like toxin Filling me with your poison Changing how I will forever see myself When I look in... Continue Reading →
You and I are mere seeds blowing in the wind Destination unknown as we dance amongst the flow Twisting and turning through the air Never thinking about where we are going Then all at once The force around us loosens its grip Delicately we decent Our directions diverge and I land upon the unnatural ground... Continue Reading →
Coffee vs Tea There is nothing better than a good cup of tea, I always say. Or I would say if I had the chance. Herman, my husband, would say that there are only two kinds of people in the world: the ones who drink coffee and the ones who drink tea. Like I said,... Continue Reading →
For in the forestThere is a pathThat diverges into twoBut one should seeThe perspective is new For instead of one dividingIt is two collidingOne side may be smoothThe other made of dirtBut together they joinOn the same destination It is no coincidenceFor fate brings it togetherWhere two paths mergeAnd face the stormy weatherAll on their... Continue Reading →
August 5, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about an open door. It can be literal or metaphorical. What is behind the door? Who is seeking and why? As the writer, how will you manage the discovery? Go where the prompt leads! Door Duty Macy knew she had locked... Continue Reading →
Breathe in Take a moment to feel Close your eyes Soak it in A world that hasn't been kind Breathe out Let it all go Open your eyes See the possibilities Life is what you make of it
Heart wrapped in trauma Beats harder to find release Before it can love
Writing In The Deep 