Wrap me up in comfort that I yearn to feel
Remove me from cold, uncaring steel
That ensconces me like a cage.
Let me savor the senses of love and compassion
Drown me in warmth, fire of passion
One is that legend of the ages.
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This cruel life hath pushed me
Off this tattered shore.
I do not recognize
What remains anymore.
Shards of my shell
Lie scattered among the wreckage.
Some pieces forever abandoned,
Others frantically salvaged
In desperate hope of being repaired.
With forlorn eyes, I look at the damage,
Searching the misty skies above.
I gingerly collect the vestiges
To give to the Balm of Love.
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I can’t wait to get writing again. I really do miss writing poetry. I look forward to reading everyone’s creative offerings.
