The Pass

Hold fast the crescent moon stay the edge til the orb be full time and spirit will arch your view crack the void with specks of light breathe deep in a pause of hope step away from a second lost freeze the spiral pattern laid blank the screen of thought succumb not to the tide that pounds your bleeding heart like a thousand drums deny the ocean another soul turn and feel the Sun

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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