What road must I travel
To fill the empty space
Inside my mind
My heart hollowed out years ago
Now I am losing other parts
I am disintegrating like the coastline,
Inch by inch
Life is taking more than I wish to give
Will the road ahead always be there
Will it lead me home to find the missing pieces?
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This is really beautiful. So much is being taken away from so many of us at present. We’re being whittled down to our essence I think. Finding the road that brings light and hope is the quest. Personally I think it is an inner road.
You may be right, Suzanne…
Lovely poem, Anita. 💗
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Love this line: I am disintegrating like the coastline,
Beautiful work, Anita <3
Anita is a deep thinker, and sends her thanks, Jacquie!
A beautiful poem of loss, Anita, of poignant longing and hope.
I thought so too, Diana. Anita can sometimes tap into something long forgotten…
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