I walk with giants. I move among beasts. Some days I think that I am one of them. But which I do not know. I look into the mirror glass. Is this me that stares back? Come look, cheek to cheek. You are there, oh so clear, but look a little closer darling. If you dare.
Tell me what it is that you see for I fear I have forgotten me. Through these hallowed halls I travel, ghosts before me, ghosts behind me. Am I chased or propelled? A shadow walks before me but the position of the sun eludes me.
Here I wonder and here I wander. Whose company I will keep remains to be determined by the counsel of your keep, so, my friend, stare deep.
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Rachel McCaulley
I began writing poetry at the age of 12. Since then, I’ve written short stories, plays, news articles, a novel, and even a pilot for a tv show. Nothing feels quite the same as putting just the right words together in just the right way.
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