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
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PIECES OF A CHANGED SOUL
PoetryEver thought about poetry Poetry that digs deep into your heart? These are my poems.zero plagiarism They are all fictional No real character involved No vulgar words It's gender sensitive Love prevails But heartbreak hurts Sad poetry #barakadepoet
