memories traipsed through her hallways
like filets of time
some days she just feigned indifference
her cape of invisibility
fanning the flame of her small fire
her heart a cavernous cave
where the chains of Jacob Marley
through a red and green haze
deranged and derailed
and too late to exchange
and some days she wondered why she didn't break under the strain
just thought that this is rather depressing...but not autobiographical
although I dabble lightly in the dark I live in the sunshine...
i am annoyingly cheerful
and ever more so during the Christmas season
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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you