a life in my hands

i held a life in my hands today and tried to give it back but could not she had fallen too high into the light and my breath fell short perhaps she paused perhaps she knew i see her face again when she was young when she was who she was and it will always be there framed in light pure as breath alive with the promises of youth

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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