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Post by Artemis on May 6, 2009 17:55:11 GMT -5
In the dark they float ethereal in the background. They try to haunt but those days are long past. Instead they linger and try to break barriers But the strength I own will now last. Daylight and they dissipate fleetingly, Just a breath away from that line ~ They could break through a consciousness If I wasn’t so vigilant, or not feeling fine. They don’t linger in the closet like skeletons Though their bones rattle ominously at times, They survive only in my mind, at the back; And sit quite well behind enemy lines. I like to think I don’t give in nowadays. I think that maybe I haunt my own ghosts, For they see my hackles rising ~ my will scares them the most. Artemis
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Post by Harklight on May 7, 2009 0:13:52 GMT -5
Very good, Kerry. I like the topic, good rhyme and your constant movement to acknowledging this strength. There's nothing like facing your demons and knowing that you've won, even when they remain tantalisingly nearby. Great stuff. H x
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Ebonfire
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Post by Ebonfire on May 7, 2009 18:29:53 GMT -5
I love the concept of this. It signals a turn of events and a strengthening. Well penned.
~Peace, C2W
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Post by Jim on May 9, 2009 11:16:03 GMT -5
oh how I love the idea of haunting one's own ghosts. they must feel trapped in eternity- our freedom is their prison. great strength of spirit!
peace
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