Why do I keep writing...or..keep trying?
I'm not a poet..I don't even know I exists at...

I believe...............
that people look at someone and judge them without...

Snow drifting gently down
Slowly hitting to the ground...

Such confusion
and despair...

Mom, your a wonderful mother,
so gentle yet so strong...

I know my heart, through and through.....
The misery I bring too myself too true...

Sunrise is the beginning
the promise of hope...

God..
My life is such a mess...

I'm not a poet..that's so obvious..
I have no clue about rhymes nor riffs...

I'm caught in a situation...
One I don't want to acknowledge...

A wish within the heart.....
longing too true...

You've tried your best
To get your way...