Torn Apart

Yesterday I could play with toys, Today I saw two dead boys Torn apart, Like my teddy bear, And his broken heart. Yesterday I could play  with my friends outside, Never thinking, what if,  I had to struggle to survive. Last night I slept  on a cold floor  in an …

At the Edge

By the shore’s edge where I come crashing, The sands shift to my ebb and flow, I rise and swell,  Roll, curl and break, Slipping back, back under the undertow. My brokenness percolates the sand, Water through a sieve, Tapping fingers of the ocean’s hand, It’s a tidal life I …

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