I Am Poet And Painter (Sonnet) The past made me cold and so fearful inside, Memories that replay marred the me I tried to hide. Echoes of angry words kept on with their nagging, Constant were the nightmares that kept me from resting. But young as I was I knew there was more for me, I was not born for this, not for Adversity. The challenge was quite awesome, but had to be done. A change of my mindset not to blame anyone. I rose up from the mire of my own brokenness, Looked up to God for Truth and found His great Goodness. Now I am soaring high like an eagle racing Time, Basking in the sunshine of poetry and rhyme. This balm of the pen molded me as a writer Flying vast horizons, I am Poet and Painter! Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~12.31.14
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 04:07:03 +0000
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