Secrets (an acrostic poem)

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She wanted to bare her essence, her soul

Embracing her truth before setting it free into the world

Cauterizing the cuts those words caused by her clutching them so desperately tight

Releasing them would allow so much healing to enter

Except she just couldn’t do it.  She screamed as she hugged them tighter

The idea of giving up her truth and being naked, of needing to find a new truth

She would be an open window, an empty container, a person without value, a woman without …

Enter (an acrostic poem)

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Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed

Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard

They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came

Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream.  It was Walter’s only hope

Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.