dying light brighter than the sun
Poems from Vicky Edmonds’ poetry class at Spruce Street Residential Center.
My fears are people
Who laugh at me and my people
And hurt them,
Those people are what I call monsters Some died and others want to rise up And be the only hope for everyone
But I fear for my family
They are a beautiful garden that is dying I am the gardener
Healing my roots but death and sadness consumes them all
And I am the dying light
but I am brighter than the sun
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dying light…Spruce Book 2014-15
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Aaron- I’m moved by your words. So deep and thoughtful. Your words hover between light and dark and have infinite meaning. Thank you for them.
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