I was a sailor, my fragile

Ship tossed upon

Stormy seas, an explorer

Lost in an unknown land,

No compass to point

The way, I climbed

Mountains trying to

Follow stars, falling into

Velvet darkness, broken

And torn, struggling to

Draw myself a map upon

The canvas of my skin

From scar to scar, a

Seeker of wisdom and

Knowledge, hunting

Desperately for the

Magic key that would

Open your heart and

Pour sweetest love all

Over me, healing my

Wounds, embracing this

Lost soul in you always.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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