I hope when life hits me
I will learn how to crawl
I hope when life enslaves me
I will learn how to serve
I hope as I call words out of the doors of my small brain
Bring them to fingertips as I color these pieces of papers with ink, that I will be relieved
Relieved of many questions in my mind
Relieved of the pain caused by these wounds
That have taken a decade to show
I hope I will write this depression out
I hope my words will heal souls
I hope I will learn to appreciate that scars are evidence of victory
But some scars are to scary o be shown in public
I hope I'll learn to appreciate who I am..Barakaa
PIECES OF A CHANGED SOUL
By bernardbaraka
Ever thought about poetry Poetry that digs deep into your heart? These are my poems.zero plagiarism They are... More