a poem by me:
fishing my heart out of this big ocean of mess and beauty
out of an ocean of love and hatred
my heart...it must have gotten lost or hurt or broken.....did someone take it?
i think i found it.......
i think the only taint in it is where it got hooked
it can be fixed...mended
only a small scar is left to remember the pain
to remember the lessons learned
scars hold fear, pain, brokenness...that only scars from nails in hands can fix.....
1 comment:
i will go out and fishh your heart with you :)
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