Poetry is a friend that will understand and listen..
Holding you in my hands,
You slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.
When everyone has left your side poetry lights your flame inside.
Guiding you through the rough seas of life
While showing you the beauties of the land
My heart is full and my soul is weak
I am weary and dead on my feet
As sky's of grey close in on me
That will not break me.
Tired of living I will be strong and you will see
I will never look back for the past is gone
Everything happens for a reason don’t you see?
Some reasons are kept as a hidden mystery
Look far and wide turning every stone in sight
And one day you will see you were never alone
You always had me
Be strong my child and it will become clear
I did not just do it for me.