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Laying in the dark I found myself over thinking

Every detail of my future that is usually in the back of my mind.

It is generally best to relax and not worry

But my mind is going a million miles a minute.

By the distant glow of the hall light I quickly cover my head

And remain in complete darkness. The comfort of the dark

Starts to relax my overactive imagination until

The darkness swallows my comfort and warps it into sadness.

Sadness and depression that can’t be shaken. Complete darkness.

The coldness envelops my mind warping it.

The worst possibilities popping up in the darkness.

Shadows play horrific scenes from my past in front of me.

The past creeping into my future changing and creating

A life defined by mistakes and who I am associated with

A life that I have worked so hard to make my own.

My mind is overtaken with darkness and sadness.

Tears fall down my face while my mind convinces me

That this is my destiny.

The waterfall reflecting the small light at the end of the tunnel

As my world changes all around me, now

I see the fire inside my bones and I,

I want to capture it, so that I may see

Where it is that this fire,

dying to escape from inside,

wants to take my soul. The

sky is painted with mountain

and it feels as though I

am trapped within what I see.

As my mind begins to catch fire,

I feel again the burning

desire to let it take the

leaving path and escape through the trees.

But I know that Montana is my home and

all that one may need, I

have right here, all around me. My hope

for people everywhere that

want to take this land from you

and I, is that they don’t take away the way I remember

“Life” by Grace Treason

Life is like a jagged tooth, that cuts into your heart fix the tooth and save the root and laughs, not tears, will start.

It is little and big and quiet and loud life is

something scary and exciting like a

wild animal with a kind smile but a jagged tooth,

It can be painful like a knife that cuts

but also like a remedy injected into your heart

that cures hurt feelings and tiny things easy to fix

life is full of moments of laughter and occasional chip of the tooth

it can be dangerous and hold the desire to be brave and save

those in peril, while we work hard to manage the problems but ignore the root

it is a wonder of it that while we whine and cry others have giggles and laughs,

But no matter, once we learn to drop and turn and have chuckles not tears

My parents bought me The coziest Of all beds Which we travelled To the foreign land Of Canada To get. After strapping it To the top Of my Vehicle And crossing the border, I finally had The bed I always Wanted. I put it together Myself, An accomplishment Worthy Of a fairly long Nap.

Like the cocoon Of a caterpillar, my bed Envelops Me in its Majesty. The pillows Surround Me like an oversized Sweater.

Every night I Look forward To climbing Into my bed And letting it Caress Me To sleep.

The purple Duvet Wraps around me Tightly While snores echo Through The room. Whether for A nap Or a good Night’s sleep, I know My Bed Will never fail To do it’s Duty.

The rain comes down in a steady sheet

And fills their fragile boat

The twins in front repeat the tale

To the man in the rain-slicked coat

The stairs in the lighthouse were cut from stone

He lost count of the flights

He sat in the seat of a rocket ship

And flew into the night

Bring us the girl; wipe away the debt

Is what the note had read

A job, an offer, a threat perhaps

He found her in her head

Two black letters against pale skin

Burned into his hand

Could sins be forgiven as easily

As bandaging a brand

The girl and the man flew through the sky

The lamb fleeing the herd

Escaping from a certain death

Promised by songbird

Time tore open at her hands

Space she could shred

They traveled through possibilities

And spoke to the dead

They broke free of the city

Gazed up at the stars

An endless ocean, infinite lights

The universe’s scars

The truth was revealed about the girl

About his stolen daughter

Her slender hands gripped his arms