*This poem was written by my mother, Krista Sheffield.*
Sometimes I feel as if my family is like a flower
Whose petals have withered and fallen,
Representing the years passed by and leaving,
Only a bulb. I wish I could figure out how to make
The bulb grow and bloom beautifully again.
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Fighting Back No Matter What
ПоэзияWhen I'm going through a lot of stress or emotional problems I write poetry. This is some of my works that I've just been reluctant to show people. Some of them are mine and some of them were given to me.
