Blessings
Everytime she's hurt,
She paint herself in crimson mark,
And cried blood to mark her defeat,
She remind herself well,
That she's broken and nothing more.
But she reach for help,
And God give her,
Two lovely beautiful people,
To stay and talk her through her pain,
Now she can breath once again,
This time not drown in her scream,
She flutter with such grace,
Never be seen by mortal,
Now she live,
With praises to her Lord,
This life was created for her,
And she take days with acceptance,
Smile plastered to her lips,
"I want to live".
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Starry Night
PoetryMy poem of life. To me words excite and give soul to living around me. These poem spoke about the ups and downs in me. Hope you like it 💓.
