No virtue can digest my thoughts
My pen holds the feelings of my thoughts
My mind is immortal from poetry
My heart needs to be set free
I am lost in this world and need to find me
The real me, the beautiful me is what the world should see
Come back to life dear soul
Listen, my spirit, to the Lords call
My dear body, get up and get alive
For you are still alive to roam and drive
I want to go back home
I want the world to see how much I've grown
I want to be real again
I want to stumble over the pain
I want to be humbled by his grace
To put away my private intents and set a new pace
Lost and remote i may be
But i'm going back to the life that built me.
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A Flowering Girl
PoetryThese are poems of a girl as she goes through various stages and processes in her teen life before she natures into a woman's. Love, hope, pain, and growth among other things are constantly present in this transition.
