Busy little bird
Free to soar above the noise
How I envy you
❤ Kristin Nicole @ KristinNicolePoetry.com
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My thoughts drift away
Onto the salty breeze,
A melodic verse
Of memories past,
Given away
To the sea, to the sea;
Let her take
My heart at last.
The waves crash and roll,
Softly embracing the shore.
Barely a caress,
Then coaxed back again,
To the deep, to the deep
And vast expanse
Of the sea, of the sea;
All is new and forgiven.
I gaze upon her,
Blue eyes spilling all my secrets.
Relief washes over me,
Like water over sand.
And for now I am one
With the sea, with the sea;
Bound not by the past,
Bound not to the land.
❤ Kristin Nicole @ KristinNicolePoetry.com
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Battlefield’s dirty, decay and regret.
My body weakened, but my spirit strong.
Let fall the angry tears on dirt and sweat.
War paint dripping, ripping; my pain, my song.
Carry on, move along; dark are the days.
Enemy growls, sharp teeth, edges jagged.
Gnawing, biting; my fire still ablaze.
Gnawing and biting, but I’m not yet dead.
The battlefield’s dirty; decay, regret.
Gather my strength, there is fight in me still.
Deep breaths, clear thoughts, there is fight in me yet.
Bloody waters never to drown my will.
My chest out, head up, fists clenched, eyes steady.
I fear no pain, no death; I stand ready.
❤ Kristin Nicole @ KristinNicolePoetry.com
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