Angela Grout, Author    

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Creative Writings

Friends and Strangers

Posted by angela.grout@comcast.net on February 6, 2020 at 2:05 AM Comments comments (0)

The mere act of meeting a friend is simply to welcome a stranger to meet your thoughts.

Hands and Shoulders Help

Posted by angela.grout@comcast.net on December 12, 2019 at 2:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Will you lay your head on my shoulder?

Will you let me comfort you with my love?


Do you need a friend to have only an ear, or will a hand do?

Do you know how much another hand can do?


Some things unfold according to its time, and other things reveal in time.

Some words are better left inthe silence of the fog.


Sharing faith through an action rather than a word can make the world a better place.

Sharing space inthe present can bring hope to a wound that needs to heal.


Lay your head on my shoulder, and know it's not just you who needed a hand.

Lay your wonder and worry, and doubt, and together we will find a plan.


The Forcecul Evacuation

Posted by angela.grout@comcast.net on October 9, 2019 at 10:05 PM Comments comments (0)

In less that 12 hours, you would leave me.

They told me you left over 12 days ago but I refused to believe.

I wanted to hope.

I needed to hope.

I felt you.

Then I didn't.

Then I wasn't sure.

Amd then I pretended.

Pretended to be mad, sad, and alone; but I knew you were still here.

How dare they judge.

But they proved the truth.

You were never meant to walk this eart.

You merely passed thorugh this world using me to fly through.

With dried up tears, I say thank you.

With a deep breath, I cherish knowing you.

Your presence made footprints which will forever be on my heart.

Your absence created a shadow which will forever force me to find the sun.


Fluttering Eyelids

Posted by angela.grout@comcast.net on June 18, 2019 at 3:00 AM Comments comments (0)
Water falls caressing the earth. Nurturing its blooms. The water falling from your fluttering eyelids will eventually guide you to grow. No need to dry the tears for they will heal the wound.

House of Seven Doors

Posted by angela.grout@comcast.net on September 9, 2018 at 8:10 PM Comments comments (0)

In the house with seven doors, ther lies more than just a fmaily.

The lamp that once was lit by gas now has a cord. This lamp simply stands by a blue glass that was never used by me. 

In the house with seven doors, Dr. Suess sits on the wall where the wallpaper says it all. With swirls and stars in warm colors of red, it reminds me of those that bled.

In the house with seven doors, there lies a staircase ever worn with love, its beauty stands to walk a path where once my grandparents stood.

In the house of seven doors, there lies the floor you did walk upon, without stopping you looked and touched all that was yours.

In the house of seven doors, a breath of joy remains, as truths are told and goodness unfolds sharing the code of a love that is so dear. the glass of old does stand to tell the stories of the old yet to unfold.

In the house of seven doors, there are brunettes that live to share the secrets of all the stairs on a street called Longview Street.

The house of seven doors shares the  long view of life, and love so bright that all must share in order to shine their own light.

In the house of seven doors, all are welcome by the warmth of a cozy night to sit amoung the living that write the reasons to sing.

In the house of seven doors, there is a place for everything. Free to say, to go, to take what speaks your name. For within these walls you will see there is so much more for you and me.

The house of seven doors has a new garage, a place to hand your coat, and a butler to welcome you, reminding you of what you need to do,

The house of seven doors is very gald to meet you.

Michaelangel, Cora, Thomas, Rose, Frank, John, Rosa, Billy, Suzie, and The Capuanos.

The family tree has been kept and you ar ethe one that can see exactly who needs to sit when they pee. 

In the April Rain, you must see its a place to grow and see where you are meant to be, 

In the house of seven doors, wide eyes understand the songs to be set free.

For music or a screen, the words will be for those who hear...have no distress, just open a door and you will  see that you are here to be free.

For in the end, it is not about them. Its about the key that was given to me. When its used, you will see that you never really needed any key from me.

 A portal of light can be seen at night.

Open a door or look through the keyhole. Knock, turn the handle, you dont need the key,though its there as a metaphor for all to see.

For inthe house of seven doors, thirty five minutes is only a minute...and a tall man will wave to you that moment.

The piece to know is that every door is perfect just as you were made.

Shine Bright...Share words...many long to hear a voice not filled with fear.

Exhale, Breathe, Everything is alright.

A Train of Thoughts

Posted by angela.grout@comcast.net on February 20, 2017 at 2:10 AM Comments comments (0)

The train passes inthe middle of the night to share the visions of the days we would like to forget. My days are accounted for even those I forget because the Lord keeps watch over them as he proteccts and guides. 

One day I locked my keys in my van, it was a simple act of forgetfulness, yet the day I left the post office on April 15, 1992 is a day I can never forget. That man at the light gave me a terrible fright. I thought of the vunerability so many women face. I drove safely home not knowing the fate of another young girl that looked like me that night.

She not only died, but her mystery remains a terrifying thought of who would do such a thing. The why, the who, the what ifs, flood so many. She was so beautiful, so young. It was so voilent, so public. Her life left a mark that no one can erase. The how she got there question simply began to justify there was a trace of someone, but who? And the why...is the question that's been in everyone's face.

Ignoring the rumors and finding the facts is simly something the officers faced and still today, the case remains unsolved. Cold. Doesn't anyone have a guess?

Wanting peace for the family, the town. Needing apiece for the case, I simply shed ink to a page to allow some sort of grace. AN answer could unfold for some, but not for all. The metaphors might just find their rightful place.

The truth I know is that Jesus was real. He is real. His story was shared so all might hear that when something terrible is near, Mother Mary can hear.

With a gift of a prayer, a spirit can share. Spirits do soar and often board a train in the middle of the night.

Wait and See

Posted by angela.grout@comcast.net on January 9, 2017 at 6:55 PM Comments comments (1)
They said to me, just wait and see. And truth is the hardest thing about accepting death is knowing it effects others so deeply. More than you imagine and definitely more than you ever thought it could. Death is the beginning of the next great experience, and should always be a blessing. But arriving naturally is the question left behind. There is a chain of events to happen for even the smallest of accidents. So we must remember that as much as we seek control, utilize our free will, and give ourselves permission to accept responsibility; There is a greater hand than ours. The grief you have yearns for me to hold you. I never wished sorrow unto you. Mourn for a moment, but let the thankfulness of who we are linger longer. Much longer. Don't question. Don't blame, and certainly... Don't find yourself in doubt. It was my time. I fought, and even though I didn't with life, I did win the fight. Now you must live life knowing I am in your heart. I am in your life. I have to leave for awhile. Don't be sad, for my life was blest and you see I did my best. Now you do your best and one day you too will be at rest with me. Until then, Smile when you remember me, fight the urge to cry, and know You are the reason why I am extremely blest.

Like a Butterfly (IMO. Aunt Terry)

Posted by angela.grout@comcast.net on January 9, 2017 at 1:00 PM Comments comments (1)
Like a Butterfly... She was here, and now she is gone. She was weak, but oh so strong. She was fragile, but so unbreakable. She gave courage when it didn't exist. She gave comfort when it just didn't fit. She gave hope when it seems almost gone. Accepting fate, she changed. Spreading her wings, she flew free. Cherishing the moments, we await to see her again.

Words from your beloved loved one..

Posted by angela.grout@comcast.net on January 6, 2017 at 7:00 PM Comments comments (0)
Words from your beloved loved one... I will keep my distance when asked. as I don't want to scare you. I never would. I am just so thankful to you. You were not only an angel on my journey, but I know you are an angel to many. So much of what you know is true. And I just want to share right now, that I am OK. Yes, it was hard. Feeling alone in the hospital, even when I know you were there. But I knew what would happen. No matter where I was, life goes on. Whether it was here, New York, Boston, Pittsburgh, Paris or Baltimore, wherever. Life goes on. I never wanted to interrupt my families life. I never wanted to see you sad. It sucks that I had to have this disease. And yes, it put me at DIS-ease. Sometimes still when I see your hurting. But I am so thankful for what I did on my journey. I have no regrets. None. Not even the anger I felt. I realize now that it was OK to be angry. That anger is what allowed me to accept and heal my own journey. Oh how I wish we could have talked more about where I was headed, and how the transition would happen, but I know many are uncomfortable and well, I needed to fight. Fighting to live is the right thing to do. Always. We need to want to live, a will to live. And in fighting, there is a time to surrender, and it was my time. I wish I could have prepared you more or even given you more of each moment but I did the best I could. Everyone can be an ass at times, and I am just thankful that I had so many fun moments in my life that have built memories for my family, my friends and myself. No matter how small...I remember it all. The good. The beautiful. The loving. And let me just say, that I know everyone worries about making mistakes, and taking chances, and even forgetting important stuff. But don't worry. Everything truly does happen for a reason. It is beautiful here and I can be everywhere. Everywhere I choose to be or where I'm called to be. And I will never take advantage, never scare, and I will always Shine light to bring forth God's unconditional love. So the message I bring today is. Do Good. Be Good. Spread Good, and Cherish Good. Know that God owns our decisions, it is GOOD. G = God O= Owns O= Our D= Decisions. He will guide as we decide. Choose faith and I promise you will be saved. I am here, I am there, I am everywhere. I am with the Lord. It is all one Good spirit.

The Meeting, The Revelation & The Gift

Posted by angela.grout@comcast.net on January 5, 2017 at 3:20 AM Comments comments (2)
And he said; - When I drink I feel no pain. And he learned; - Life was hard but it wasn't as bad as He thought. And he said; - I needed the drink. It numbed my thoughts. And he learned; - To change my thoughts I could have changed the outcome. And he said; - Never did I think of you. I actually didn't even really think of me. I just drank the drank my body craved. I caved and now I'm gone. And he learned; - I am loved. And he said; - I want to apologize. I didn't mean to hurt you then or now. I am sorry. And he learned; - I saw no option at the time. And he said; -I no longer suffer with the craving. I realize I cannot ever have an awakening to undo what I have done. And he learned; - In heaven's peace, I take on a mission to save another from that place I was at. And he said; - Life is a gift, never wish it away. A day can make a difference to chose your fate. And he learned; - Heaven is made of the best of who you are. I wish I had been better. I cannot change that now, but I can ask Him to show me the way.\ And the Lord said; - You numbed the thoughts that would have healed your growth. And he learned; - Those that face their fears, gain their strength. Now my strength is my weakness. A weakness that others need to overcome, when they do, I shall move on. And he said; - Thank you for loving me just the same. And they embraced.