by | Feb 15, 2011

Driftwood 2/15/11

Driftwood pieces float on the open sea.
They are lost and past emotions 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 opens up wide so I can cry, heal and not fall.






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