Olivia Jackson

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My heart is as vast as the earth I now stand on.
I love with the might of seas that rage,
In the same manner so my heart breaks.
With rough tumbling crashes of waves pelting my fragile body.
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The only place I feel safe
When the world has become cold
When all else has failed me
You're the only one that still stands
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Olivia Jackson Biography

My name is Olivia M. Jackson and poetry is my form of writing.My hope is that everyone that views my work finds some sort of comfort, support, or strength. I am a woman young in age though very old in the age of life's experiences. It is through those experiences that my work is birthed. I would classify myself as an emotional writer. I mostly write when i'm in pain. I began writing at the young age of about 12 years old. It is at that time that I believe that my best work was done though now lost. I have recently returned to my passion of writing and I truly hope my work gives comfort and peace, even if only through the thought of knowing that someone else in this world has felt as you have.)

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Desolate Land

My heart is as vast as the earth I now stand on.
I love with the might of seas that rage,
In the same manner so my heart breaks.
With rough tumbling crashes of waves pelting my fragile body.
Defenseless to the matters of the heart.
Pain felt in sickness or battle, none can compare.
To the pain that just is, not to be felt in one place, but destroys the whole being.
To be broken hearted is to feel abandoned by love.
The feeling of death though still alive.
Is there a place where we may go to escape the feeling within?
Is there a river where we may go to drown the pain that lingers and threatens to destroy our very souls?
The crippling feeling of nothingness taking over with every breath.
Suffocated by the very air that we breathe.
I want to leave this land.
This land that is scorched by tears or agony,
Ravished by betrayal and loss.
Destroyed by the selfishness of man.
My heart longs to go back home.
To the place where danger was unforeseen.
Where love smiled so beautiful.
So beautiful that my strength left me as it did Solomon in the days of old.
As I fell weakened to my knees,
The wraith of murdered love crept in and gutted out my very heart,
Stolen in the night.
My only hope at this hour is that my heart seeks its abode,
And returns to the place where it once slept in the cocoon of love.

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