Gathering my thoughts, I begin to write.
Insofar, I had not wrote in nine years then the sun begins to shine in.
What is it to be without voice?
I know I am of heart and soul.
Therefore, my journey will unfold via poetry.
I will tell about my anticyclones.
I will share my emotions even during the most critical times.
For reason of a metaphorical life, I am the visionary shepherd who guides her sheep.
Midst a salient voice, sentient became an attribute.
Therefore, I walked within the glory of the Lord and by faith; I broke through.
Today I write.
Today I scribe!
Tomorrow brings forth new philosophies.
As a resource for deliverance, literary devices will form.
With a Psalmist thumb, I will share my poems.
penned on September 13, 2014!