Feelings

Just a poor man expressing my feelings, writing my thoughts and personal dealings; when one day there was a comment so rude, felt like a knife from my back did protrude; slashed through my soul and cut my heart, from poetry, it almost made me depart; but now I look back and think of that sot, and to be like her, I'm glad that I am not; so I will continue to write what I feel, as the wounds in my heart begin to heal; knowing that some appreciate my words, as others recognize the songs of the birds; i'll write of death, sadness,life and love, and anything else that I may think of.