Driftwood Lady

She looks for lonely driftwood on the shore
of once-upon-a-time within her heart.
The ebbing tide has flooded her before
but then receded, pulling her apart.
She lies like lonely driftwood on the beach,
half-buried in the sand by brutal waves.
There is no solid ground within her reach;
the nearest plot is filled with lonely graves.
Her sun-bleached love is smooth, but worn too thin
to build a home, a shelter from the storm.
Her trust is swept and leaning with the wind,
but far from her intended upright form.
But curious strangers always mill around
in hopes of buying anything she’s found.

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