Chest of treasures

There is shine beneath the dust like that on a fine piece of furniture.

There is warmth beneath the ice-cold heart that still beats every beat for only you.

There is wisdom scattered about the failures and disappointment.

There are chapters un-written and lyrics not yet sung, poems tucked away in books that no one has ever seen…

There are words that I kept inside fearing them to be misread causing pain or confusion…

Often, I have wondered if I kept my pen silent for the wrong reasons and now as the twilight begins to descend on me those reasons are only a scattered memory never to be found….

I have known love in what I believe to be the truest forms. The love of children and that of theirs. The love of women some more than others but only one that pierced my heart with a fury unmatched….

What awaits? So many sleepless conversations asking that question only to go unanswered until the answers are clear.

I have walked many miles and only recently slowed my pace, maybe to see more, smell more, take it all in with hope my pen will jump onto paper one more time?

I will always be here with words that have yet to be discovered. I call it my buried chest of treasures that I hope finds its way into some of those hearts I loved so dearly.
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