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6">the children played dress up, and I guess I did too, I cannot any longer, it is not fun, it hurts too much to pretend — imagination is a powerful thing, but not when it thinks about the things mine is thinking, not when it leads to dark alleys of anxiety, where</p><p id="1ccc">ghosts are more real than I am, where I am a fool, a fool, a fool all of my love poems, all of my dreams, seem a bit hollow this Hallow’s Eve, I will go out, I will put on a good face, I will do what it takes to believe, but my heart will be heavy with the memory of that carefree last Halloween.</p><p id="6327"><b><i>Jenny Justice</i></b><i> is a poet mom who longs to bring poetry to life in ways that spark empathy, connection, joy, and feeling. You can follow her on <a href="https://medium.com/@jennyjustice">Medium</a> and at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennyjusticewriter/">Jenny Justice, Writer</a>. You can follow her poetry at<a href="https://medium.com/justice-poetic"> Justice Poetic.</a></i></p><div i

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Last Halloween

A Poem

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Last Halloween when I thought my life was perfect, I felt so happy seeing my daughter and the babies dressed up as ghost mermaids, Little Bo Peep, and a lizard character from some children’s TV show, I felt so happy knowing that this was my forever family now, that we were here together.

Last Halloween when I thought my life was perfect, before I uncovered secrets and addictions, before I came to grips with the reality that nothing is ever perfect and that no one ever really knows what is true or false, what is real or fake, what is costume and act —

the children played dress up, and I guess I did too, I cannot any longer, it is not fun, it hurts too much to pretend — imagination is a powerful thing, but not when it thinks about the things mine is thinking, not when it leads to dark alleys of anxiety, where

ghosts are more real than I am, where I am a fool, a fool, a fool all of my love poems, all of my dreams, seem a bit hollow this Hallow’s Eve, I will go out, I will put on a good face, I will do what it takes to believe, but my heart will be heavy with the memory of that carefree last Halloween.

Jenny Justice is a poet mom who longs to bring poetry to life in ways that spark empathy, connection, joy, and feeling. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. You can follow her poetry at Justice Poetic.

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