I have a life, the gift I hold
It holds me too, or so I hope.
When darkness sets, nowhere to run
I look at it and feel it's warmth.
It keeps me here, it guides the way.
I look at it, to it I pray.
I ask it questions: "Live or not?",
It tells me calmly: "Die you won't."
I hold it tight, adventure sets,
I'll start anew, but now I'll rest
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PoetryI'm a young poem writer and I wanted to create an online collection of my poems for everyone to see. I used to post often, but I'm busy these days. Unless?.. Please, if you like my poems leave a vote and write a comment! That is the best support yo...
