I used to write poetry. Poetry about fear, anger, and rejection - I seek refuge on writing during challenging times as my emotions turn to words scribbled on paper. I also wrote some for my family; others I made as card inserts during Christmas or other special occasions.
I have a trunk of all your things
and all of our glorious memories
I brought them to a place dearest to us
the cool sand beach hits my feet,
I slowly, slowly sart to weep
I place the trunk on the bay with very few words to say
Tired of shedding tears...