Resurrection

I hid behind the door And cried as I sat there, Remembering how a promise Has long ago died. I revisit that moment In never-ending guilt That I was the one Who destroyed it. I finally fell As low as I could Seconds from living That promise’s fate. I saw my reflection In the shattered remains Of the golden coin In the promise I made. And as I wash my face I try to weld That golden coin Into resurrection.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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