years at sea
my soul washed onto a beach after many years at sea it is bleached and hollow worn too smooth like shells that batter each other along the shoreline and in the early hours as the Sun provides enough light you find me and place me in your bag with stones and lost treasures that you would later admire and place in your display or simply toss aside
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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