Monday, February 26, 2024

wreckage

we mature with the wreckage
not with tears or years
the things our mind tells us
overcoming all fears
forging ever onward
brief stops on our way
that's how we move onward
and get through the days

losing the baggage
maybe keeping one tote
keeping a journal
with all of our notes
maybe some therapy
if that's what you need
to empty the sorrows
on which your heart feeds
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Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

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