I write in order to express. I discovered the beauty of words my senior year of high school. Someday I hope to write a poem that will infuse hope and love in all that read or hear it. The power of words, and their combination, strike my heart/mind in some way almost daily.
Those who hold to silence; Do! Defend! :
I speak not! for the wear of words which do not mend
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I am floating in a sea of apprehension
With worry and doubt as stars above
No call is to lost to be echoed around
Thoughts are silent as the gravity tugs
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My mother is not perfect as some mothers may seem
Though my mother is not as dreadful as bad could be
She is flighty in her very worst
and graciously overbearing
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Underneath the sadness of loss
Underneath the anger of pain
Underneath the sorrows today
Underneath this time and space
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