On This Day....Christmas

only the echoes of their laughter remains only the fading light of their smiles and the afterglow of their shining souls linger these few hours on this joyous day is the lifeblood that sustains me the fountain from which I drink they have come to be the only light I seek the only hope I maintain yet it is enough for they truly love me this I know dark hollow rooms I have come to call home but on this day I allow the light on this day I am alive

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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