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Believer
by
Donal Mahoney

 
The older he gets
the darker the bedroom
and the brighter the light
streaming under the door

when he wakes up again
in the middle of the night
with pain and thinks about
what's on the other side.

Far better than the gifts piled
under his parents' Christmas tree
when he was a boy laughing down
three flights of stairs to see.
--Submitted by Donal Mahoney on 2015-09-12.
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