What does she seeWith her eyes on meThis shell of a manFilled with insecurityBroken and flawedPaint pealed and chippedOn this meandering pathI’ve stumbled and slippedThe occasional scar Etched upon my skinEvidence of deeper woundsRemain buried withinHardl...
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Majestic Morn
Given another day to count my blessings.Watery expanse covered in mistDawn breaking into purple and blueMorning sky blushing as if kissedHilltops highlighted in a golden hue Heart warm emotions so much alive Silence not yet broken mind aglowGrandeur causing my soul to reviveSapphires dancing ac...
From Morning Songs: Getting Older
Pondering getting older and loving each dayI’m getting older because I haven’t died and wiser because I seldom worry or shake my head at foolishness. I walk much slower now because my legs are stiff and know it makes no sense to hurry. Getting older like the trees I share this land with and the hi...