summer on my skin
feels like a a dream
a lingering soft wind
running threw the breeze
flowing threw my hair
without a care
thats all I can dream
to feel it upon my skin
I dream to escape
the harsh reality
I face
everyday living day
how I wish
I could just go back
go back to where my roots begin
where my flower blooms
but before I can go
back to shore
I need to finish
what has yet to begin
before I can run back
to find myself
to find the peace
I long for
on the island floor
I need to knock on the wooden door
ask for permission
to remenice
to remember
recollect
recall
remind
to bring an image
from the past
into my mind
so that I can find
the strength
to keep going
and fight for the longing
to go back home
I need to finish
what I begun
only then
can I return home
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MEMORIES
Poetrythis is me a book of little poems and a few pharagrafs it talks about hard times ups and downs my feelings a way to express myself maybe you can relate if you can your not alone a way to vent a way to find myself when I get lost a collection...
