Imprisoned
I want to be free again, From all the guilt that he died that day, Free from the cold handcuffs, Free from the turmoil of
Quiet Screams
I am the portrait of strength. They say Rooted deep, a symbol of courage Bound to flourish, as I shield and provide As I guide
The Young Widow
She stood by his grave, Words could not depict the pain she bore, He left her to face this cruel world, Alone. The choir melodiously
A DM To Depression
You know, I’m fine. In the eye of your storm, I breathe… I watch the walls closing in, Threatening, relentless, testing my skin. But for
The Faithful Wife
She left her job, She left her Mum and Dad, She left her comfort, Her friends, Her fancy clothes,her education, Alone, she ran to him,
I Knew It Wasn’t Just “Teenage Blues”
A presence I now see, stretching through the years past. But it took time—time to see, time to process, time to accept, To name the
Take Me Back, Life
Everyone wants to fit in somewhere, Be it in a crowd, To feel the new fashion, To explore what everyone feels is right, To fit
It All Mattered
You saw through me And I saw myself better. You held my hand, And I became warmer than ever. I saw I was broken You
PAROXYSM OF LOVE
Your missing rib; your future wife My love for you is sharper than knife My man, my trust in you is greater than veracity In
E. M. M. A. H
In_front she was Just immediately after my Presentation she was to Present Walked towards the rostrum She was an heart_full mwaah In away her eyes
