My Frame
I can feel the heat beating down on my face
I can hear the sound of the monotonous waves
Both are pounding the rhythm of lonliness
I desperately hold onto my frame which sustains me
My only piece of sanity
This frame holds memories and moments that illustrate my life
Instances of strength overcoming strife
Loved ones encouraging me to embrace my sense of self
Forsakenly gazing at this picture flodded with feelings of wealth
I know I will withstand if I hold onto my frame
My irrefutable frame of mind
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