Poem: New Walk

I am walking differently now.

The pep is still there, but it is not the same.

The way things are going is making it easier to move.

It has become my way of life.

I am trusting the process that I never knew I could do.

I am following the steps that were laid before me.

Most importantly I am moving in way that would make you proud.

I see no more pain as I step inside.

I see no more hurt when I stare.

I see no more anguish as the world turns.

I am becoming the person that I could be.

The person you dream that world needed to see.

This is not a sad day.

The storm is not bringing the clouds of thunder.

This is a good day one which rain is making the flowers grow and bloom.

I am becoming happy, and I want to thank you.

You believe and now I am.

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Poem: The Dream

The shock of going to the woods alone never scared me.

To wonder the world without heartbreak gave me chills.

Now it is the only thing that lets me survive.

I stop looking for love when it came to me.

I thought it was all I needed to live.

Then it became all that I never wanted.

I chase a dream to only realize it was a nightmare.

This time it could not be cured by waking up.

I stop chasing that dream, and everything I wanted came alive.

Poem: My Life

My power is no longer my drive.

My will has can no longer carry me.

My hope is not my salvation.

My redemption has no praise.

My strength gets no applause.

My love has no life.

My life is gone.

My story shall never me told.

My world is everything, but me.

My ability is one that is not given.

My dreams never came true.

My wants are never for me.

My work will never be seen.

My silence is always heard.

My life is gone.

My soul has no story.

My freedom never came.

 My tears are filled with fear.

My life is gone.

This is my story.

Poem: Missed Call

I never think about it until it happened one day.

It was always there, but it never came my way.

I used to call for it, but it seemed we always missed each other.

I wanted this to end and see what else could have been.

Then one day it answered someone else call.

The one that I love.

The one that held my hand.

The one that shed my tears.

The reply was slow.

When he arrived, they were both gone with a blink of an eye.

Death and I never were close.

Now he is my best friend.

One day I know we will meet again.