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

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

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

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

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

Such confusion
and despair...

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

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

Sunrise is the beginning
the promise of hope...

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

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

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