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My Darkness Is… a poem
I recently attended a TEDxMileHigh talk featuring Poet Laureate Jovan Mays and was stirred with such inspiration that I wrote two poems during our workshop. Rather than edit these (which the perfectionist in wants to do… possibly for months or years), I thought I would put them out in the world as they are. Perfect or not. Perfectly imperfect. My Darkness My Darkness is... The nothingness that take shape in the midnight sky and grows into something more Something with teeth and fur Something that is invisible to everyone but me, but sometimes, it's all I can see A massive cloud of what if's and what could be In my…
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Ghost Hunter
“There was this old drug store on the corner where my mother always bought her migraine medicine. The building was cracked and aging, as was the clerk who owned the place. There was something about it that turned my stomach as a child. I’d walk in, clinging to my mother’s hand and a shiver crawled up my spine. I was too young to know what it meant. Coming back to this town now, twenty years later, and I know better... “
