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Can’t breathe;
the pain so deep
tears at my soul, and, my heart
fit to explode
runs like a train on broken tracks
derails and hurtles down the cliff.
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Darkness
at the bottom, scared;
so cold I feel each heartbeat
like stabbing ice
so dark, the blackness palpable
encloses me and I can only whimper.
*
Oh dear God, help me
I can’t get out
Knees buckle and
my stomach knots.
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But I can crawl.
*
Back to the light
the light that blinds;
so strong
it hits me
breaks more bones
but I can’t stop
hypnotic, like a drug…
*
So this is love?
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Wendy Anne Darling
Wendy Anne Darling - YA Fantasy Author 
You ought to publish a collection of your poetry. It’s good!
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Thank you, Stevie! It’s an odd thing… I started writing poetry when I was 9 years old… before I started writing stories, drawing, or just about anything else, but I got out of the habit of doing it. I get more ‘likes’ and comments on my poems than on anything else though; do you think the universe is trying to tell me something? 😀
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