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Dawn Minott·May 27, 2026

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Darkness

written by: Dawn Minott

it showed up on a Wednesday after dark—
knocked knocked with determination on the entrance
entrance of her mind awakened
awakened from stupor gathering
gathering her wits about her down
down the stairs across the hall meandering
meandering through the passage way she
she peers through the peep hole of the door door to her mind and she sees—it
it—is sinister  sinister a force forces its way in uninvited
uninvited into the deepest recesses recesses of her mind cobwebbed
cobwebbed like a closet blacker
blacker than the darkest night
night formed from childhood hurts grown
grown-up disappointments her mind now mildew
mildew-stained of if-only-could-o’-been-not-enough-what-if
if her mind now molded-grief from loss
loss from betrayal from rejection in those
those dusty crevices resides a familiar
familiar stranger her thoughts redirecting
redirecting her emotions orchestrating there
there staring right back at her—it
it showed up on a Wednesday after dark—
knocked
knock
knock

NOTE:

Based on the Prompt – The Weight We Carry

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Creative soul. Artsy to the core. Poet, Speaker, Author. An unapologetic lover of God, of love and of all things nature. Hardcore logophile with an epigrammatic style. I am motivated to write from observing what I believe God created-by-design like nature, family, love, and relationship. My work has been published in anthologies, magazines and newspapers then I later wrote and published my first book: “Moments: A Poetic Heart Journey”. And I continue to write. When I’m not writing creatively, I work for an international organization to promote social progress, better living standards and human rights.

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