Walking within the cold dark night
dancing in the liquid moonlight
playing games with the demons in my head.
They taunt and scream
nails on a chalkboard
a deadly screech.
I chose to ignore
refuse to bow
I will show them now
I won’t be their whore.
The demons shatter
slayed with silver shards
images split asunder
as the mirror crashes to the floor.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
September 9/17
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen
A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
I read this and all I could think was “wow”…profound, I know. (: This poem is strong and perfectly written!
-Julie
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Thank you very much.
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