Hidden Mr. Hyde
In the layers of our souls,
secrets hide never told.
Hidden from all prying eyes
covered here and there with lies.
Secrets we have never shared,
our soul’s dark corners, never bared.
Private places all our own
where seeds of small deceits are sown.
Secluded deep within our hearts,
deceptions we cannot impart.
Masked behind our public faces,
disguised to erase any traces.
Undisclosed these places stay
the dregs and dross of our dismay.
They represent our darker side
Our alter ego.... Mr. Hyde.
Rose S. Williams~1999
©Southernstoryteller
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Friday, January 12, 2018
Hidden Mr. Hyde
I grew up on the edge of the magnificent Okefenokee Swamp in south Georgia. The little village I grew up in, Council GA doesn't have any inhabitants anymore, but for the first 18 years of my life, it was my whole world. Growing up there was unique in a way I can only describe with my stories or poems. It inspires me when I write. I love to write poems, stories, creative nonfiction pieces. I've lived in the Deep South all my life (Georgia & Florida) so much of my inspiration has a Southern slant to it :)
I write what comes into my head, often through my heart. Writing is therapeutic and very necessary for me as a means of understanding the world and my place in it.
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