To write the lines from tears that bled,
Fed from the ink wells in one's head,
No one understands the journey that you shed,
That took you on your path ahead,
To a present time of poetry and rhyme,
Which feeds the souls that hides inside..........
Heart Break, Divorce, Survival, Personal Growth, Hope and Faith
The magic comes with a pen in hand, When emotions transfer upon a page, When letters join in harmony, That is where the sentences are made, ...