They say home is where the heart is
But sometimes home is where it's hardest.
Broken families.
Broken hearts.
Broken lives.
From those we've lost and those need to be found.
Some scream so loud but can't make a sound.
Stop and listen.
Pay close attention.
People hide in plain sight.
We just never seem to see them.
Never find time to hear them.
Life is not life without its freedom.
So please, take the time to hear them.
It might just be the thing that frees them.
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Collection of Poems Vol. 1
PuisiHere you'll find a collection of poems that I have written over the years. They are all written in different styles with different themes of things that I have experienced or struggled with over the years. Hope you enjoy (:
