Treasure at the Beach

by Deby Cedars


You search for Spanish silver.
You seek treasure beneath the sea.
But the sunbeams on the water are your diamonds,
And the seagulls are your symphony.
And the sand dollars will buy your way,
A ticket to your destiny.


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Deby Cedars, who was diagnosed as being a paranoid schizophrenic at the odd age of 42, has never heard voices and has only had one hallucination. Her poetry book can be found at lulu.com. It's titled Poetry of a Paranoid Schizophrenic. After being hospitalized in a psychiatric ward, she now diligently takes her medications and lives happy stable life with her husband and enjoys the many beaches in Florida and beaches in the Caribbean on cruises. She is currently adding the finishing touches to an autobiographical novel about her brother's murder.