You're the one with the painted poems
etching them underneath my skin
Through my muscles, the strength now flows
it seems they awoke the ancient power within
Calling me to do more than just survive
To live with all of my heart as I love
Something more, not only battling through strife
not just crawling through the tunnel, but finding the light
You awoke that part of me
the part that wants to be happy.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Old Words
ŞiirA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
