Fighting for home

Making my way back to you.

By Erica L. BartonPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read

It's hell or high water...

so just bring me the tide.

Whoever said it will be over soon

Well baby girl,

They lied.

"Never give up" from the grave,

She cried

It's hell or high water

And baby, you tried.

Treading water

with your head held high

Grew up in the south, currently traveling, I love food, cooking said food, music, photography, reading, writing, and making others laugh.

Im passionate, quick witted, dramatic, vivacious, ridiculous, and a "insufferable know-it-all"

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