A Poem ...

This poem was written by the one and only, Erin Elliott, my little sister ... I thought it was TOO excellent not to share! Perhaps you might find it rather solemn, as did I, but please know, this was a pivotal and changing moment in her life ... one that I feel, has brought this beautiful piece of prose for all to enjoy!

Hope you like it!

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It’s been a short day.
Hot & unforgiving.
My head aches.
& i can’t tell if I'm
still high or just tired.
The summer night
is taking over.
And the sun
is far from us now.
The sound of beats
are filling my ears.
& those dreams come
back to taunt me.
Segments of my life,
I’ve totally forgotten.

& this chair does not
make matters any better.
worn ragged material,
hating my skin.