I return

and as I face the fires of a new day I place my truth in a jar like an old man's teeth twisted, honest smile waiting for me and the hours burn the shore more distant the eye less clear yet I make my way and undo the lid hoping, searching I return to me

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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