Bright sunshine, bouncing

Into black shadow

Ready and rearing to go

Curl up into dreams

of what-if and Never-was

and Never-will-be


Brittle facades, patterned

To hide the cracks

Rote answers

Deny deeper truths

Falling, falling

And fading



About Mad Annie, Bronwyn, Ann

I am a wife.mother, writer, cashier (hey, it helps pay the bills), Pagan who sometimes thinks too much. A jackie of all trades and mistress of none
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