The morning I awoke,
I thought of the months I wrote,
I couldn't stop thinking of the poems I hold.
My thoughts in my mind ran slow,
I knew I had to write to bring my soul back,
the writing in my blood will grow.
I was once alone on my own path,
but my own words will guide me,
I knew what I wanted to write while my heart beats.
So I followed my own shadow,
the shadow lead me towards white empty pages.
I knew I was ready.
YOU ARE READING
Reasons To Fly
PoetryI always had a reason to fly with the wind, these poems I write flow through me as I touch the clouds. Come with me and listen to my words in the sky, we all can share our poetry with your brightest heart and darkest thoughts. This is a collection o...
