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Tracie Skarbo was motivated to write by her father, who was her biggest supporter. “He was always behind me, rallying me on with my writing. I would always see him with a book in hand. He gave me a great appreciation for the written word, and the power and responsibility that writers have to shape those who read their words. He also taught me to respect nature and to value the beauty within it; my reflections on my environment are just an extension of this.” Skarbo was raised on Vancouver Island and is working on her next two books.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Shards of Gone

I would walk over earth and stone
To hear the lilt of your laugh once more
Swim vast seas current to
Breathe again your scent
Jump over an abyss
If it meant one more heated argument

Is a moment ever really lived
And appreciated
When its finality is not known but
Only hinted of in glimpses

Death waits with humor-curled lips
Until you find yourself standing in without
And left staring at what remains within
An empty husk of what you were
Before the shards of gone

I cry into puddles of missing
Longing for future moments never born
Wondering when it will get easier
And your memories reflection
Won’t sear as deep