Poetry

Some days I'll wither to very thin pieces

Other days I'll ask myself why I have these thoughts?

Does this make me a small person?

My body seems to relax at the idea of happiness

My mind races for my answer

But simply can't find it

Writing brings forth a voice

Which I didn't know I had

A voice that speaks within

Speaks from my very soul

I seem to have lost it a while back

Just now am starting to find it

It's almost breathtaking the emotion and stories of my poems

They're all me

And no one can take that away.