The Poetry Marathon

What stirs the heart will soothe the soul.

As the years roll by, I reflect upon my life, I try to strip myself from this cloak of darkness, but it burns like an internal flame and I wear it all so well, these memories they haunt me. I wish I could put them back on the shelf. They say time heals all, but a scar still leaves it’s mark.

There is nothing like the morning dew, so I grab my coffee and put on my shoes, my lover she’s waiting for me across the yard and into the garden. She shows me all the pretty flowers born from her labor of love and at night we gaze upon them while looking at the stars above.

Hi my name is Donald DeLashmit Jr. this is my first year doing the poetry marathon, I’m 32 and I enjoy writing music, collecting records, and collecting antiques.