AdriftA Poem by April ChildSometimes when I’m lying in bed I cry and cry until the bed seems to
float. I wish I could poke my foot out from under the covers, reach the wall, give
it a push and set myself adrift from all my mistakes, sail this black sea to a land of second chances where someone waits in the shallows to take my hand and bring me home.
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Added on March 30, 2010Last Updated on May 30, 2010 AuthorApril ChildUnited KingdomAboutI love words and I like to write poems. Sometimes words just come and I don't know where from but I write them down anyway. There's something very powerful in the written word. It shows you where y.. more..Writing
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