Each night,

In a forest of sheets,

Tangled up and twisted,

I fight sleep,

Pillows drenched in a mixture of sweat and tears,

Mattress covered in a concoction of heat and release, Moments tick by,

As I fall asleep,

I have the ghost of you.

She’s by your side.

© Elizabeth Daniel

Excerpt from Diary of a Poet

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About the Author

From a very young age, Elizabeth knew she was meant to be a writer. Around 8 or so, she started with little poems inside birthday cards. As years went by, poetry became her safe haven in a world full of chaos and beauty. Through written words, she found her voice. A voice according to doctors, she was never supposed to have. Today at 34, she still re- reads those poems from the early days. Now housed on her…