Marie is a high school Spanish teacher, writer, world traveler, lover of coffee, yoga, and her family.
On a typical Sunday afternoon you can find her deep in her week’s lesson planning or lost in the pages of her latest journal entry.
She met her husband Yershon on a mission’s trip to Peru, and their journey to finding love across borders will give you all the warm and fuzzy feels.
She is a deep thinker, loyal Red Sox fan, and her Spotify playlist consists of everything from Taylor Swift to Bruce Springsteen and Julieta Venegas.
A poem by Marie Candiotti
There are shadows in the depths of your closet
Creeping out behind old sweaters and magazines
That hold memories and remind you of the closeness
You once held with her
You once loved with her.
There are shadows in the depths of your soul
Sneaking up on your immaculate little life
That reek of lust and imperfections
You dare not uncover
You dare not reveal.
There are shadows in the depths of the day
Following your every move
Reminding you of your every move
You are so very lost
You are so very raw.
There are shadows in the depths of every wood
And every shadow proves that there is sunshine
Above the trees and around the leaves
You are not in the dark for long
You are not alone forever.
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