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Nyctophilia

It is in the dark when I am most alive.

When the rest of the world is sleeping,

I am awake, letting my mind take over.

The true meaning of the dead of the night.

It’s when my creativity is heightened,

My mind unwinding and letting

The words flow like the waves of the ocean;

Loud yet peaceful and soothing.

The moon is my lamp,

And the stars are my thoughts,

Scattered across the sky,

Each one telling a story

Of my past, present and future.

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Below the Surface

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

At least that’s what I’ve heard.

But is it really in the eye of the beholder?

For when we talk about beauty,

Isn’t it the outer appearance that we speak of?

That’s shallower than the morning

Tide of the ocean.

What about under the make up

She has caked on her face?

Under the bundles of weave that weigh

Her head down as if many burdens

Were placed upon it?

What about under the clothes that she

Wears to impress men who don’t notice her,

And women she can’t stand?

What about beneath the skin,

The blood that flows through her veins?

What about underneath her scalp,

The brain that has worked overtime

Through two degrees and a master’s?

What about behind those eyes that have

Seen such dark things that light

may never shine through them again?

What about under her large breasts,

A heart that has been broken many times?

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It Ended

When it ended,

I didn’t want it to be over.

I sat in denial,

Thinking that things would

Eventually work out.

I kept holding on to the good

Days that I overlooked the bad

Which were more often than not.

But I didn’t care.

I hated being alone

And was desperate for any

Kind of attention that would

Deter me from my thoughts

That would always consume me.

At the time I didn’t know that

The Creator was saving me from

A man who would have

Brought me to the lowest of lows.

Lifting me up wasn’t his thing,

For chivalry had no place in his being.

The emotional abuse was enough

To leave me scarred worse than

Any amount of physical abuse,

But I still didn’t want him to leave.