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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Failure’s Ghost

Failure's Ghost

My Ghost

By now, I think
there will always be the ghost
of who I was
before I lost you,
standing on the path behind me,
where I left her,
staring down in confusion
at the bloodstained footprints
trailing the part of me
that moved on,
fixed forever to that spot,
horrified by the nightmare,
waiting,
waiting to wake up.

– s. Clark

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