Thank you for touching a spot
The part of me I almost lost
Sometimes it seems I even forgot
That part of me that can't be bought
The part of me I almost lost
Sometimes it seems I even forgot
That part of me that can't be bought
The poems in this blog were composed as a coping medium during solitary moments;the testing were the stone in the oyster.This blog is for all who cared about, and supported me during life’s tests. Spirit of Creativity assisted in maintaining integrity during every lesson of each moment. Mother Nature continuous inspiring influence on my feelings and senses. Laughter, music and humour saturated life with healing strength and courage. Words help translate insight and passion
Some days I did not care to pray.
Other times I did know what to say
Many days anger stood in the way
Of being grateful for another day
So I let my fingers do the talking
As my mind did some unfolding
To express what it was feeling
That’s the story behind my writing