This is a page from my 2010 poetry journal. My handwriting isn't the best, so I'll transcribe it:
If my heart survives to tell
all the secrets kept inside
it will be an abalone shell
in which the beauty did reside.
But I think I will always be
lost to the tides that rage in me
. . . humbling and polishing . . .
I don't write many self-portrait poems, but this one isn't too embarrassing. A bit overly dramatic, but the girl I was eleven years ago went through some tough times. I'm in a much more peaceful place today.
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