When the tide recedes, I am afraid
you will discover shattered shells
and withered seaweed, tangled
Too much trouble for one
man to navigate
I will be left
mired in the
sands of
grief
©06/2019
*Written in the Nonet poetic form
Fear, in short
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
Fear can be debilitating. But, still, that’s a wonderful use of the Nonet form.
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But I believe fear can become less debilitating if able to be expressed and heard with acceptance.
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I can definitely agree with that line of thinking.
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Such a relatable sentiment expressed so beautifully 🌹
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❤
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