Each day I rise ...to enjoy life 

And always yearns to speak about it inside a poem...and write

The pain and love of letting go...

To many people... knows 

Or maybe they dont

What there not saying

Just keeps getting older

Fears and working 

Has eachother while im alone

There thoughts of turning older and grey 

Whatever they dont say

Thelma Young my grandma...

Wished she couldve seen me...

Sometimes I like to go back before...

And dont know where to summon the rose 🌹... of life.. to forget to say evverything thats inside a diamond 

Light ...ode to go toward the sky .....say good byes...

Perhaps will not even ever meet or be on the same street when we reach the. Otherside ...

The severance of you and me... halleliugha... Jesus bride... or where we go to be will you stop there and speak or even say hi....

Sooo many words to choose from the language of flowers and death And birthrights.... soo much more than everything thats laid upon my heart to feel... my heart is broken....

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Like a cold winter day I say you dont know me... you think we are ready for the pearly gates....

Oh grandma Thelma...Young good byes and some other love songs... like children cousins aunts uncles mother father brother sister and friends lovers ....

To say good by...and live till we meet in heaven.

That is not in the plans.. oh my lonely planet earth... in myself and skitzophrenic mind.... as I feel the pain of heartbroken by suicide... in a form of that that my heart 💖 made me sick.....

Just another chance... hurt... to enjoy life what everyone knows.....m im missing... outcast...and go toward the sun... as Jesus makes a way for me to belong.. What Will happen in The future.. what's been done. From not forgiving each other I guess thats it... I no no one wants me in the family...

By Cindy young