An inhospitable truth I have
To carry throughout my life
That must stay buried in my heart –
What a terrible truth!
It dances on my tongue
When I feel somebody knows.
On the scale of history – it nags –
On a bone – it gnaws.
It’s the shadow that follows
My genetic path incurably.
It shall follow me into death
And be the Ghost beside me.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
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- Category: Reflection
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