Torturous gift...
Friend now or foe...
Stress, sorrow, pain...
Not of my own...
Long so for cheer...
Love, peace, relax...
Solitude hope...
None there but my own...
Try to separate...
Others from me...
Stuck in their...
Mind treachery...
Then comes along...
Two help me relax...
Teaches me calm...
Such more clarity...
The first one shows me...
How to love, play, and grow...
With a little soft voice...
Sounds of tomorrow...
Second one helps me forget...
Pains of the past...
To trust again yet...
Sensations of peace...
Both together...
My gift isn’t pain...
A daily reminder...
What life can be again...
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Written March 30th, 2005
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What life can be again. I really loved that line it leave you with hope. A wonderful poem filled with emotion. Great job!!
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