Loudness, danger, excitement

we are drawn like moths to a flame.

Unrestrained, gregarious energy drawing us near

drawing us out of our solitary shell.

We are drawn to that radiant energy

that part we don’t possess within.

We don’t see it for what it is

a lack of depth and emotion

their armour to hide ancient pain, their violence

we go closer, seeking refuge

seeking love, seeking solace

but we are weak and we are consumed.

Consumed by the depression

there in their shadow

we die in the darkness alone.


Fabulous at 50 living and writing in Appalachia

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