I lift my pen to write my heart out, to write everything that's inside me yelling to be put out because,
I might walk out of my house one day and not return as do many people around the world and I've kinda made my peace with that,
I have faith in the God I serve and I hope that never happens but if it does I've made my peace with it,
So even in times I feel tired and lazy and not productive, I give my all, I give everything I have because the only thing I'm sure of is now.
~ Robyn~
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
