The Pretender
When the night of life seems long…

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This entry was posted on April 29, 2011 by JoDee Luna. It was filed under poetry and was tagged with depression, despair, hope, masquerade mask, night, poetry, pretender, ravins.
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well written JoDee. We who have been in that dark place of the soul remember too,that place. I hope you seldom have to visit it again. thanks for sharing.
April 29, 2011 at 3:58 pm
Thanks you, Phyllis. Unfortunately, I think the “dark place of the soul” will be a reoccurring detour. Maybe it’s just the writer’s personality I possess, but sometimes I just feel dark.
April 29, 2011 at 4:16 pm
I hate my own dark tendencies, as well. I really hate that my best work is done from a dark place, but I guess you can’t choose the nature of the beast!
April 29, 2011 at 6:30 pm
Deena, your comment is incredible. You expressed what I feel, what I live. Whatever that is…”my best work is done from a dark place,” I relate, boy do I relate.
April 29, 2011 at 8:58 pm
Brave item to share.
April 29, 2011 at 6:56 pm
Thanks Thedesertrocks, the thought that there might be others who have those “dark nights of the soul” made the act worth my squirming.
April 29, 2011 at 9:09 pm
Like we write until our creative juices flow puhing out character’s souls through pen onto paper.
April 30, 2011 at 4:02 pm
Shelly, I like the way you put that: “Like we write until our creative juices flow puhing out character’s souls through pen onto paper.”
Sometimes the squeeze of my soul moving through that pen onto paper is painful…kind of like a birth.
May 1, 2011 at 11:35 am