You there, strong-willed and so brave, smart and so kind. You there sitting and having a hard time, eyes holding back tears you’re afraid to let flow. Let them fall angel, let them all go. You’re not just a fighter baby that fought in a ring, you’re a fighter everyday angel in life and you sing, So sing loud baby, sing proud angel, you’ve got this you see? You’re not just a player on a big field of green, you’re a player of life and all that she brings. You can kick all of your troubles angel out-of-the-way, you don’t need a ball baby to make it OK. You’re not just a skater baby on a slick rink of glass, you’re a glider, a fighter who will kick this thing’s rear. You’ve got all you need to make this life great. You’ve got strength, you’ve got love and a beautiful fate. You skate across my soul every day in a way that’s just right. You angel are my everything morning, day and at night. See you are everything you once were, only this time much more. You’re my fighter, my player, my skater for sure.
You’re an angel in my eyes, nothing less, forever more.
I just love writing, its therapy for me. I love reading other poems, getting inspired, feeling the pain or happiness that lie within the paragraphs or lines. I work in the medical field where I see decline in health everyday, death, and depression, its easy to get lost in the grim reality of it all. But writing is a way for me to escape, reading is a way for me to escape, So here I am. :)
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I