11/5/19
A poem I never finished that became it’s own.
Here I am
Eyes closed; dancing in the rain
Every drop
Cools the fire; numbs the pain
Find me under the moon
Drag me out of the river
Even under the suns heat
My soul begins to shiver
Made from ashes
Howling in the night
Knows the darkness
But revels in the light
About the Creator
Sarah Wilcox
Mom of two that hasn’t given up her dream of becoming an author.
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