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Salt

The air is thick. It's hard to breathe.
I left home. Life under siege.
A blooming flower for a wilted Soul
Can't bleed enough to feel this cold
Cut wide open, chance at fault
Smiling thru the grains of salt
Can't see the forest staring at the weeds
Onward the journey watching my feet.
Written by JeanieShyrle83
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Author's Note
I tend to keep my head down to get through hard, hurtful times. Not sure if this one is complete or not. Just remembering my mother and the journey that uprooted me and ended in more blessing than curse. April will always be hers.
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