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Haunted Winter
“Haunted Winter” 11-3-99 The winter breeze drifts in and out of my life like a ghost, that of someone who haunts only to be seen. I often wonder how long I have taken its presence for granted. Whispered secrets echo like thunder in the cold night air, longing for laughter as well as comfort. Only in children can innocence remain warm and peaceful. Darkness hides the snow-covered paths of day, enough to make wanderers of us all. Yesterday’s mistakes can be forgiven for memory’s sake. Ice embraces the trees to enclose true beauty and love, vacant to those with frozen hearts. Strength can crystallize but still shatter under stress. Each…
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Shooting Star
The first poem I wrote in college. “Shooting Star” 9-9-99 You want to go where no one knows you, so you can be anyone, someone amazing. To reinvent yourself as though you’d never lived, never loved, and never lied. -But someone once told you, “You can’t hide who you are, no matter how hard you try.” Soon you’ll pack your bags and move away, to another time in some other place. When you get there, you’ll soon discover that the person you wanted to be already exists. -Because someone once told you, “You can’t hide who you are, no matter how hard you try.” You push people away because you’re…
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Angel
I wrote this one for my mother when I was 15. “Angel” 3-22-97 An angel speaks softly into the night, “What shall I do now, now that my light is gone?” Her voice is shaken from the fear she has never before known. Never before has she felt so scared, confused, and all alone. “Is the sun forever gone?” She looked to the stars for the answer…. Each star became brighter under her gaze. “My fear shall improve with my moon’s age.” At once, each bright star fell and returned to the angel all the love she had given to the sun and received. And with her heart full again, the…
