Today, I look back and I see
A tragic accident
A gushing wound
Counting pennies
Selling prized possessions
Barely making ends meet
Fights
Unexpected, unwelcome visitors.Today, I look around and I see
Memory recovery
An itchy scar
Counting pay checks
Recollecting prized possessions
Standing back up
Avoided family members.Today, I look ahead, and I dream of
A healed mind
A faded scar
Larger than needed pay checks
Family heirlooms
A sturdy foundation
My own little family of trouble makers.
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Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]
PoetryThis is for the misfits. the heavy hearts. the broken minds and the lost souls. this is for the bruised lovers with tainted skin. the options left behind, not good enough to be put first. this is for the readers, the feelers, the lovers, the fighter...