Some times it is hard to describe the pain, as dark as the clouds after a heavy rain,
So severe at times, it conflicts with my rhymes
I have a talent of putting words together, sometimes remembering forever
Other occasions my words elude my mind, these words I can not find.
To many things go on in life, but all it takes is one to make strife
I have one life and many times strife comes my way, each and every day
I take it each day with stride, putting aside my pride
To the best of my abilities, and capabilities
I hide my fears and the tears, Day after day,night after night
The pressure that is put on another is all I worry about,
The poem is over, I am at the point where all I can do is think about my family and not myself
if it weren’t for them I don’t know what I would do. My life is very useful in many ways for many others
but that is just my point, I am so used to doing for others what would I do if I didn’t have others to help. Would I go crazy, bored, or would my habits change and find something that I could do. I have been lagging on my posting and it is bothering me, I know that it would help to express my thoughts as well as prayer. I wish I could be more expressive with my words but I can’t find them again and again it is painful that dark cloud is over my head, therein lies the problem and why I don’t post any more. I wish I could find my writing of poems talent again.