It pounded hard and strong,
it was music to my ears,
but now it's my life song.
It was vital to me,
it kept me flowing,
it was never beastly,
until it was slowing.
It was my heart,
and it was growing.
I felt like I belong,
but now I'm unknowing.
YOU ARE READING
My heart for all to see
PoetryMy mum past away April this year... Poetry to me is my outlet, my way of expressing myself, my way of coping with the intense feelings I endure at times. This is a side of me I don't show to those around me, and yet oddly enough I find myself postin...
