The Spirit Jane

they no longer run from me my spirit friends they stay when I approach they seem curious gliding to and fro their orbs moving about like bright moths playing tag and then there's the one who stood by the bottom stair and watched me she ran last time up to her room like a scared child but this time she observed this time she shows no fear her life was taken her tears have lingered unseen her cries have gone unheard echoing through three centuries of grief here in the bows of Foxcroft here in the ageless comfort of her home where I have found her

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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