Love. 🖋❤️

Happy birthday to my beautiful Grandmother Phyllis! I wrote her a poem.

  

Blanket of Clouds

Where your blanket of clouds meets the sunrise,

I see my dreams, a distant place

where peace fills my restless soul,

where I am whole again, I’m safe

The demons can no longer haunt me,

I’m home, I’ve been set free

Where your blanket of clouds meets the sunrise,

I glimpse a piece of all that might be.

~Sarah Elle Emm

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Last Vacation

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About Last Vacation: Seven days have passed since Naples real estate agent Megan MacKenna has heard from her twin sister, Madeline, who was vacationing on the beautiful, Caribbean island of St. Croix. Though authorities are…

Regret

Regret

Your scarf

I found your scarf
It broke my last fragment of peace
Tears welled up at once,
I collapsed to my knees

I crushed it in my grip
And pulled it to my face
Searching for something tangible,
Even the slightest trace

It had to hold a piece of you,
It would bring you back again
In the fibers of the wool,
I’d find your scent or feel your skin

Yet I came up empty,
But for tears falling anew
If only you were here,
You’d tell me just what I should do

I found your scarf
It broke my last fragment of peace
There’s nothing in that fabric,
just these haunting memories.

~Sarah Elle Emm