Time Heals

I was there so deep into the abyss that light burned when I faced the day so lost in the comfort of night that I knew not the warmth of the Sun I crept closer to the reaper's door my words became razors my heart an open wound yet there was one who refused to leave when the darkest night arrived and took the final cut meant for me Inspired by the poem ' Low' by Miranda which I just read this evening thank you for the inspiration!

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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