Riddled with storms
floods
and droughts
But she calms it all
Relaxes the angry storms
Drains the excited water
Relieves the dehydrated lands.
She's a blessing never seen coming
A theif of a heart barely beating
Never knowing she's nursed it back to health
She's never seen her worth
She's never seen she matters
She's never seen the power she holds over me
She may have noticed an inability to stand
Or the need of constant contact
But she has held her position
And shown me mercy
Striked down by another
Recreated by her.
Her mercy
Is what keeps a barely beating heart going.
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryThese are simply poems or thoughts I have. I have no idea why you'd want to read this, but if you do, don't if anything in here can cause a relapse or trigger. Most are depressing and some very short. Beware if you decide to read.
