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Poems of a Hidden Soul
Poems of a Hidden Soul
Poems of a Hidden Soul
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Trauma is never something easy to deal with. Trauma can also take many forms. During my teenage years, the biggest trauma took the form of death. The loss of a very prominent figure in my life, my band teacher, who was like a second father to me, sent me into a downward spiral of depression. My salvation was my family, friends, and a creative outlet, poetry. I took the deepest and darkest thoughts that swirled around in my head and molded them into words on paper. This allowed me to eliminate the thoughts and unburden myself while creating something expressive and creative. Looking back now, I am ever so thankful for my poetry and the people around me who were encouraging of everything that would help me feel better. I hope that this collection of poems can serve as an outlet for others. Be it as a relaxing read, reflecting your own similar feelings, or inspiring you to create your own poems. I have since come to terms with my loss, but these poems will always be a part of my journey.

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Release dateOct 27, 2023
ISBN9798889601357
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    Poems of a Hidden Soul - Andrea Frost

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    Poems of a Hidden Soul

    Andrea Frost

    Copyright © 2023 Andrea Frost

    All rights reserved

    First Edition

    PAGE PUBLISHING

    Conneaut Lake, PA

    First originally published by Page Publishing 2023

    ISBN 979-8-88960-131-9 (pbk)

    ISBN 979-8-88960-135-7 (digital)

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2023915030

    Printed in the United States of America

    Table of Contents

    Written in memory of my amazing band teacher, John H. Hickey (RIP—February 2005), who inspired me to always move forward. His catchphrase, Do the Right Thing, has guided me through my paths in life.

    Preface

    A Poem of the Sun

    A Reflection

    All

    All in the Mind

    Belief

    Bloody Melody (Friend and Foe)

    Calling Me Away

    Crimson River

    Crown of Death

    Dark Love

    Deliverance

    Demons at My Door

    Drama

    Dreaming

    Drowned in Me

    Eat of My Fill

    Eternal Rest

    Existence

    Existence II

    Explanation

    Fight for Freedom

    Freedom

    Freedom Fighters

    Friend

    God

    Graduation

    Halloween

    Hateful Devotion

    Hellp

    How I Died

    Hunts

    Lasting Plea

    Life and Death

    Life-Giving Light

    Light Shine Down

    Live and Love

    Lonely Places

    Love Is Lost

    Man at My Door

    Monster

    Murderous Night

    Murderous Side

    My Body

    My Name

    Night Is the End of All

    Prayer

    Rayo

    Reborn

    Say

    Silver Conciseness

    Sleep

    Son

    Sun

    Tails

    Tainted

    Taking

    The Light

    The Night of Dreams

    The Shadow on the Wall

    The Shadow on the Wall II

    The Son of Man

    The Wall

    Thoughts

    Time

    Watching the World

    Will

    About the Author

    Written in memory of my amazing band teacher, John H. Hickey (RIP—February 2005), who inspired me to always move forward. His catchphrase, Do the Right Thing, has guided me through my paths in life.

    Preface

    In February of 2005, I was confronted with one of the biggest tragedies of my life. My band teacher, John Hickey, died early in the morning. I will never forget walking onto campus that day. It was extra cold, and the slight breeze made it feel even colder. I walked toward the quad, and a fellow band member stopped me. We weren't the best of friends, so I was surprised they were talking to me.

    Did you hear? His voice wavered, and I simply shook my head. Mr. Hickey's dead.

    I am sure my face looked shocked. I didn't believe him. We had been through a few schoolyard arguments before, and I didn't really trust him. I honestly thought that he was playing an exceedingly mean prank on me. I brushed past him with a mumbled I don't believe you and quickly headed down the steps leading to the band room. As I gripped the handle to open the door, an immense feeling of dread washed over me, along with the feeling of frozen metal sticking to my hand.

    The room was filled with the sound

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