Treasure Box
This is my treasure box that I must share.
I have to consider the emotions of others,
and spread love to those in need.
Yet it is my only love, my comfort and joy.
When you are perusing its depths, admiring it's shine,
think on me...
Bereft of my love. Isolated. Waiting.
At war with selfishness and guilt.
Copyright © Tara Jennings | Year Posted 2018
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