The Baggage of Painful Memories

Crushed coquina’s pains, salty air consoled. Mistrusting soul, my heart could not appease. We met when life was brimming and potholed. My spoken words were long lost memories. Relentlessly the past remained in view. Romantic strolls along the shore soon died. Again and again past pain stole love’s venue. Good-naturedly, he listened; my soul cried. A blemished past, his words could always soothe. Tomorrows were awakened by his light. He listened and life’s bumps seemed to grow smooth. My rambling thoughts soon changed crimson to white. We walked on crushed coquina’s endless strolls. The salty air breathed love into our souls. By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 2/14/2017 Written for the Contest: Gems for your Baggage.