Hiding From Shadows In The Shadows

In dream places where the shadows don’t go she sits waiting for me.

Her long blonde hair on the wind dancing around her upturned face.

Here the demons claws cant reach skin or tear at your face.

Here, she waits for me.

In the battle I fight I wear armour guilded with symbols of hope and a sword sharpened with dreams.

They know my name in the shadows and they whisper of me with their fork tongues.

No demons have touched her she bathes in only light, here.

They will come for her and I will wait for them.

I know them well, they wait till the shadow falls on her.

 She knows of no such things, these awake place nightmares. she hears no whispers feels no claws.
She tip toes like a ballerina so gentle is her way.
Leaving a soft breeze in her wake like a butterfly kiss on the wind.
She knows the warmth of love not the void it leavez when it is gone.
She sits in the dream place I sit outside the door fighting her demons till my fight is gone.


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In 2011 I became the father to a child with special needs, a different type of perfect beautiful girl to add to my equally perfect (in a normal way) son. As my journey continues I find my best way to vent my feelings good and bad is through writing. This blog is for me to get my emotions out, if this can help another family like mine it would be great. My feelings are not rare in families like mine, maybe someone seeing some of their feelings in my words will make them feel a little less alone. Please feel free to comment or contact me at anytime, I look forward to your feedback. Kelly "Boy" Dugan

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