I'm on a mission to find myself,
I'm trekking down a forest to find help.
My voice echoes down the creeks,
Through the dark branches I toil and seek.
The rain fell hard on me,
And washed away who I am and some happy memories.
But I know my peace of mind is out there;
It could be waiting under water or crying through the air.
But once I find my solid ground,
I can stand strong and alone,
I don't need anyone else to turn my life around.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
