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The Pen

Thank you again for all your kind comments. I still have some more of the series to put in here before I take a break from it with some other poetry. Then I will choose whether to continue it more after that. #6 Motivational Series The Pen When I was young, I wrote a story about good and evil At 8 years old, the words on paper began to spill I just couldn’t understand, all the bad happening I was learning not to trust too fast, as if spinning! The woods were scary, so much bad happened there I also wrote about those woods, dark everywhere This is when the pen gained strength and helped me! You see, it continues to today and always will be Writing is a tool that can bring miracles to the soul By turning tragic things into good, making life whole It is a big part of my life for as long as I am here It stays with me as I face, every single fear! Heidi Sands 1/8/19

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Date: 1/9/2019 7:22:00 PM
I believe it is a gift and a voice to those who need it! You have so much to give, it will always be there. It now is who you are.
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Heidi Sands
Date: 1/9/2019 7:24:00 PM
Thank you very much Sandy! I am happy to see your comment on this :)
Date: 1/9/2019 2:43:00 PM
What comfort writing brings! Very nice poem! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
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Heidi Sands
Date: 1/9/2019 2:47:00 PM
Yes it certainly does, my whole life. I am smiling because you enjoyed this. Thank you :)
Date: 1/8/2019 3:58:00 PM
Heidi, have not followed this series, but will try to catch up,,,Yet even as a stand alone poem, you take the reader into the poetry, that i love...
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Heidi Sands
Date: 1/8/2019 4:28:00 PM
Hi Harry. It is a pretty intense series, reaching out to those who have been abused, traumatized or through tragic things in childhood. I appreciate your visit to this poem and your kind comment. Thank you :)

Book: Shattered Sighs