Poem: Overlapping 


Fearless 

some enter

walking right into our space 

their mask hiding 

convoluted secrets 

While others 

simply turn their backs 

and pretend we are invisible 

But we all live 

within the shadow 

of one another 

so our existence 

is forever 

overlapped 

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Cloak


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THE SUN BREAKS THROUGH

WITH DARK CLOUDS

AROUND

BUT THE DAY AHEAD

COULD BE WARM

AND BRIGHT

LIFE IS OFTEN  FILLED

WITH SWIRLING BLACK

PIECES

ADRIFT AMIDST

THE GOLDEN RAYS OF

JOY

THAT SETTLE IN YOUR

SOUL

AND PILE HIGH

TO FILTER OUT THE

SUN

HOW TO SIFT THOSE

CHUNKS

OF DIRT AND DARK

AND KEEP ONLY

RADIANCE

THE NEVER ENDING

LOOP

OF DESPAIR AND HOPE

THE BALANCE

AND PLAY

FEELING ONE

CREATES THE CLOUD

OF ITS CLOAK

THE TRICK

THEN

KEEP AT BAY

DUSK

AND EMBRACE

ONLY

ILLUMINATION