The beauty of writing
you can express all kind of emotion...

Doors have closed on me
some came as a surprise...

There is only so much I can write
love stories were never my style...

My face is saturated with tears
the taste of salt lingers in my mouth...

In the arms of a stranger
I was seeking comfort not knowing...

There are some bumpy days
nothing seems to be in place...

At the end of the day
it's me left with the pain...

I have mastered in showing patience
slowly filling in the blanks...

I have outgrown the mud
survived the frost...

A puzzle of emotions
scattered all over...

When the air is frozen
my heart gets sad...

I've been waiting
patiently sitting back...