Night spent laughing,
Full of fun.
Songs sang,
As voices and guitar
Blended into one voice
Sitting in a circle,
Telling stories,
One by one.
Some spoke
Some stayed silent.
It didn't matter,
They were all there.
Hugging, praying, crying.
All were connected.
All found their family.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoetrySometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
