Along the way

Someone along the way I'm not sure who or why drove my myth into the ground derived pleasure in seeing the dreams I thought attainable turn to so many dried leaves gathering in the corner unnoticed Somewhere along the way I lost the will to hold those dreams sacred thus quieting my souls breath to all but a whisper all but a vanquished hope silent in the corner unheard Somehow along the way I found solace in relinquishing that which set me apart from those already there aglow in blind contentment the safety of their corner awaiting the day and not the night our own shadow now a stranger 2007

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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