Driftwood

by | Feb 15, 2011

Driftwood 2/15/11

Driftwood pieces float on the open sea. They are lost and past
emotions. and are part of me. Different sizes crash upon the shore. Raw
and painful, I’m afraid and denying them once more. Unlock that door and
go inside until I resolve them all. My heart opened up wide, So I can
cry, heal and not fall.

 

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