More Notebook Transcriptions

 I suppose I should have scanned the page - lots of scribbling and crossing out and yet - left unfinished - written sometime in 2012 or 2013(?)

On a day when the pain
          is too much
And the promise of sun and
          Spring is broken
When the chill in the air
          is the chill in your brain
And you find yourself wearing
          the dress with the stain.

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Also, from 2013 - this is just a bit of musing about sleep, the dark, the night. For some reason I thought it significant enough that I saved it to a folder named "Snippets & Quatrains".

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I was told that even as a infant I did not sleep at night. Neither did I cry.

I was told, that when I could move around some, I would be found at the foot of my crib, under the covers. As if I was hiding.

Later I learned, on my own, that indeed I was hiding. I wasn't afraid of the dark, I was afraid of what hid in the dark.

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I love the dark, I love the night. I can hide in the dark, and the night covers me.

But I still fear what comes in the dark, the monsters under the bed.

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I don't like to sleep with a lot of covers. I tend to kick the covers off my feet and then dangle my feet over the edge of the bed. But not for long. I quickly pull my feet back because there are monsters hiding under my bed. Waiting to pull me down and under and then...

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