I hate that I gave them children, a lifelong bond.
I will forever be just a piece of ass they lost.
I was never and will never be someone they cherished.
Not someone to kiss softly and look at as I sleep and thank god we are together.
Not someone to adore for my strengths as well as my weaknesses.
They do not know what makes me tick.
Just a body that warmed the bed and filled the void for a time.
It's TRUE I love to serve and please but it is because I love as deeply and I breath.
Yet they are just quick to steal my breaths.
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Amber Gant
Writing is my passion and life blood, it is something that brings me happiness and helps me heal. I hope to share what I have made with you all, taking something frayed, tattered and broken from life and making it beautiful.
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Ode to the Sea
Trinidad speaks to me with a strong roar followed by a soft whisper it calls me home. Waves rise up in the powerful ocean curling inward looking deep within itself. Displaying its beauty shining as clearly as glass for a few brief seconds before it crashes in and shatters with immense force. The water then softly fades away and leaves behind an untouched surface that gleams like a mirror on the shore. My feet are grounded in the damp coarse sand that welcomes me latching to my skin. Cool wisps of wind wrap around me and roughly kisses my face leaving behind lightly blushed cheeks and tiny scratches. Salty air fills my lungs and nourishes my soul reviving my spirit and charging my body with its immense energy. Gloomy grey clouds roll high above as seagulls swirl and sing their songs, swiftly swooping down to claim their prize of a sea creature meal.
By Amber Gant7 years ago in Poets
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