my darkest hour

22 Sep 2009

·southern_girl

I thought my life was complete Until the day I fell to my knees. I shook my head and I cried in my hands Asking God, "Why not me?" For so long I've tried to run away Hoping that time would ease my pain. I thought that I would be fine But inside I was slowly dying. It rained all day and it rained all night. I began to lose my will to fight. But then I heard a voicefrom within- It told me that my time was not ready to end. But it wasn't until my darkest hour That I began to feel a sense of power. The walls began to crumble And the floors began to rumble. From the corner of my eye I saw the light. Emerging from the darkness was an image of me. All chains had been broken- I was finally free.

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southern_girl

I'm not really a writer but I try. Mostly when I write, the words come out in music to me if that makes any sense. Lately, writing poems has been like therapy for me. But like I said, I'm not really a writer, but I try.

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