Her Diary.
I feel like I'm fury and anger
A burning rain that pours with lightning and thunder
I feel it like a wave
That strikes unexpectedly and hit with full force
Fire-like through my back
It makes me feel alone
And leaves a space of lack
Why does anger speak to me this way?
It shuts down my reasoning
with a strong destructive sway
I know this anger well -
A familiar stranger that hides behind my smile
And creeps into corners where I think I'm not enough
And starts a new fire of anger that is directed towards me
But this time,
I will not allow this anger
take over my very being and existence
I will rise from failure like a warrior of war
Healing tenaciously to fight once more
I shall find the courage and the steel stubbornness of heart
To try again like I was never torn apart.
Her story is that of strength and hope, after being in a dark place on her own. She embraced the light and hoped for a better day.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
Another good poetry from you dear.
Thank you.
Another good poetry from you dear.
Gracias.