Natural
Love can be as healing as it can be destructive.
By Anna MillerPublished 5 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read
She was beautiful
And she was everything to her.
Her lighthouse when the sea of life
Became dangerous.
The jagged cliff side of emotions
Ready to ruin her already weary,
Sinking ship against the brutal rocks of self-doubt.
Her light shone through even the
Worst of nights.
When the fog of depression was thick,
Heavy with the will to keep her there
Lost and drifting.
But she was always saved,
Her beautiful light always there
To pull her back from the depths.
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Anna Miller
I am a twenty one year old aspiring poet with a love for writing stories and keep up various separate journals. I am new to the whole 'professional writing' thing so this is going to be a learning experience!
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