Why am I here
they shun me so
with fallen looks and pigeon toes
to seek and see
what shan't be there
Miss Abby
she dashes
fragile spirit
leaden tongue
quick witted
and sure to none
written purpose
cold and bare
why am I
why am I here
On the beach
My toes must always enter the water.
About Me
- Finding Abigail
- I have been lost a few times but never for long. I always find my way back home, to the very heart of me. This is the story of "finding Abigail". Abigail was the childhood name I gave myself. She was a dreamer, a lover of life and believed in the magic of love. She wished on stars and reached for the moon even when no one lifted her up. I once told myself I would not lose myself to a man but I did. I once told myself I would never find love but I did. I am still waiting to see who sticks around forever....This is my personal journey, thank you for joining me.
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