The IllusionistA Poem by Calissa KnoxMy mind tells me I am lonely. My mind tells me I am weak. There are many things I want to find, it tells me not to seek. Here I am, crying again - my mind says I'm unwanted. When memories come, I shrink in fear - my mind says they are haunted. I have to remember it is only my mind - I am blessed, I am strong, I am fine. Above all, I must remember this: My mind is the best Illusionist.
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Added on March 12, 2014Last Updated on January 3, 2015 AuthorCalissa KnoxSeattle , WAAboutWelcome to my page! I'm Calissa, pianist/composer/writer from Seattle, WA. This is where I post writing inspired by my own heartfelt experiences and stories. Send me a message or friend reques.. more.. |

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