I spend the shadow-side
of my life in
over on the far side of the moon
where no sound penetrates
I pass in silent orbit
behind the shadows of everyday life
face to face with everything
I’ve ever hoped or feared;
I’m a smoked-glass tinted
My hope: to see you on the other side
My hope, you are still near.
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Sharing with dVerse
It’s Open Link Night over at dVerse, so I’m sharing a poem about my experience with PMDD, which also seems like a suitable theme for Halloween. Sometimes I feel as though I’m passing on the dark side of the moon: