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Rene Mckeel Poem
Was it all just a dream?
I meet myself, time and again,
in a thousand disguises,
on this solitary path of life.
My mind whispers,
“The walls will never echo joy again.”
The illusion of what could have been
breaks me.
Guilt clings to me,
a straight jacket of failures,
my shadow self, fearful of the light,
hiding behind my shattered heart.
My thirsty soul drinks doubt
from a broken goblet,
each sip a reflection of despair.
Thoughts race like shadows
chaotic noise, relentless and loud.
How long until memories
stop tasting like pain?
What can keep me standing,
when loss echoes in every breath?
I meet myself, time and again,
in these tattered disguises,
searching for a glimmer,
a reason to rise.
Copyright © Rene McKeel | Year Posted 2025
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Rene Mckeel Poem
In the brightest of hours,
Amidst the stillness of joy,
The spirit of Christmas lingers in the air.
Multicolored lights strung on evergreen,
Warm memories entwine around you,
Like tender embraces of the season,
Reminding you of brilliantly lit homes,
Where childhood wishes shimmer bright and real.
The moonlight, a silent escort home,
Brings peace to this sacred season.
With laughter that dances on the frosty night,
And carols that echo through star-dusted skies,
Hope whispers softly, wrapping all in its light.
Copyright © Rene McKeel | Year Posted 2025
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