by Margaret Marie Hubbard
I sail this sea that has bequeathed my mind
upon this wooden door, still throughout time.
The lymerics and lyrics lap at my feet
as I reach for the note my fingertips meet.
"Within the pocket lies the unlocking key."
I look in the hole and see only me.
Perhaps I'll unleash this ocean someday
and share with the world a vast array.
Until then I'll lay cold, alone in defeat
as the lymerics and lyrics lap at my feet.
Copyright ©:
Margaret Marie Hubbard
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a disabled mother of two beautiful boys. I spend my extra time learning many different forms of art and appreciate every medium the world has to offer. One of the many ways I choose to express my creativity is through writing.
