Moon Ate the Dark Writing Prompt Challenge: Jayaprakash/Moon Ate My Darkness

This is one of the entries for a writing prompt challenge I entered through Braveandrecklessblog.com. Beautiful words!

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I am really excited and pleased by the amount of submissions I received for the Moon Ate the Dark Writing Prompt Challenge.   I intend to post all of the submissions on Brave and Reckless.  Please give a warm welcome to this group of new and experienced writers!


It was dark. It was cold.
It was dark and cold as voids of the universe. 
It always has been, isn’t it? 
Maybe there was some light in it. Decades ago. 
All is lost now.
Until that fated day. 

The darkness ate my soul everyday. The cold made me numb Which made me who I am. 
Well, who I was. 
Darkness gave birth to hate. 
Hatred blinds the light that’s my mind shines. 
Hence the cycle begins. 

No light as far as my eyes can reach.
As I stand alone in the darkness.
The never ending darkness…

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Profound Beauty

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Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness.” -Euripides
Last night, we had dinner with old friends we hadn’t seen in a while.
She: A beautiful, boisterous woman who speaks her mind, regardless of who is in the room. Amazing conversationalist. When she asks you a question, she actually listens to your answer with earnestness. Her laughter fills a room with light and hope.
He: Measures his words, his actions, and is cerebral. A teacher, in that he presents his facts in a manner anyone can understand. Intelligent, witty, and a phenomenal cook.
Together: They are fighting his cancer and they are winning. It is a spectacular sight to behold.
The collaboration between the two of them as they fight the enemy who has invaded his body is a graceful dance to witness. Their deep love for each other is palpable as it floats in the air with their back and forth banter. She is the perfect partner in this fight for his life. She will not back down from a fight, and thus, he will not either.

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Mother

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Mother

-Linda Lee Lyberg

My mother’s hospitality
Is the only true reality
That’s never, ever faltered
Through these many years.

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Grief

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Grief
-Linda Lee Lyberg
Grief is a Tricky Thing
When you least expect it
There it is rearing its ugly head
Reminding you of the dead.

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Final Answer: NOT Italian

20060194 - illustration of deoxyribonucleic acid structureYou go through two-thirds of your life thinking you are Italian and with one little vial of spit, all you thought you were changes.
And while I am astounded by the advances we have made in science and genetics, I now have a new identity. And one, I might add, that surprised me.
Are you ready for the DNA breakdown of who I am? Here it is in all its numerical glory.

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Finding My Centre

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With Deepest Gratitude

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“The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but the thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.” — Henry Ward Beecher

From my heart to yours.

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