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Poetry: Liberated

I was washed ashore

When the rage subsided.

Your storm had stranded

Me on a lonely island.


The pain left me ripped up

My soul dried to bone.

I cried your name over

Hoping for your return.


There I waited to die

For an eternity,

Accepting defeat.


Until I heard the gulls cry

A song replete.


I looked at the colours

Play in the horizon.

As if in a ballet,

The world went on to spin.


Then I quit pining for you,

And rescued myself

To a better life

Without you…


I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

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