Creations

Our poems are our children, our creations. A glimpse into our souls, a piece of our heart. A cry from the past, a step into the future. And all that we are, or ever will be, is revealed in that moment, as we put pen to paper, and express our desires, our joy, and our pain. When we take off our masks and lay our souls bare, we reveal the beauty, that lays deep inside. We soar like the eagle, fly like a bird, so open your heart, make your self heard.