These Outer Banks

the waves brush steadily along the beach while gulls glide just inches above them the Sun still hot this September morning but I have departed and can only feel the warmth of these seven days behind me the imprints where I walked now windswept and smooth the road becomes shorter from home more distant from this place I so dearly love a piece of me stays each time I leave these beautiful shores these quiet days these Outer Banks

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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