Edit the darkness

 

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If I wanted to be petted, I wouldn’t be laying on the printer from hell, now would I?

Still awake at midnight,

the twilight of living

between day and dark, I

struggle against weary.

 

Wandering through a fog

of what if and what missed,

I reach to pet a cat

with better things to do.

 

Heart alone, wanting love

the mirror says never

again to know…the touch

of one I want to hold.

 

Living through my stories

I write to ease the pain,

to create…to make friends

who give breath to purpose.

 

Writing joy in darkness,

filling the emptiness,

humor discovers me

making life whole again.