My heart grips me, pulls me in and out of my head space.
I want to quiet the anxious feeling, the battle with the unknown and the darkness. The darkness likes to caress me, tickle me with what I cannot see. Sometimes it’s so alluring....the dark....it’s quiet from the day but holds it own-
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addynicole (
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Your poem pulled me in starting with that first line. Good writing addynicole!
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