Touch lingers with a life its own
A living memory
Imprisoned in this house of ghosts
Haunting deep within me
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Encouraged to reclaim my worth
live, until you live again
Make a new way in this world
Let the loss become your friend
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Eclipse of life, a journey
We all have wandered through the pain
Paths of roses, thorny
Still we tread them, all the same
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Goodbyes are just goodnights
That have chosen not to wake
The releasing of the daylight
With no more promises to make
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So, hold on to the memories
A touch holds, in your heart
Love and it accessories
Will heal up every part
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (3)
Memories help us to remember whether they be happy or sad or whatever. Beautiful.
Beautifully hopeful, my friend.
Sad but beautifully expressed as ever!