Some nights will cut like blades Your heart will blacken Frozen by the harsh seasons of life ~ The kindling will be ashes
By Maeve Bonnin2 years ago in Poets
When everything shouts outside When all the voices scream I know it’s there, deep inside of me Waiting ~ When the world trembles
Tonight, I touched the soul of the world She told me she knew the hurt of a life crumbled I asked her “And now, what do I do?”
By Maeve Bonnin3 years ago in Poets
I rest my head on grandfather tree There is only so much a heart can carry “I am tired, Da..., Please tell me the ancient story”
All the words have been used to tell the rain But every drop has a new story to tell No one, ever, can know what their heart will see
When your soul is lost Tired of visiting worn out places ~ When your heart weeps Saddened by the letdowns of the day
I am all the colors the world is terrified to see The fury and the glory of all the shades of Life I am the queen who says “no one can cage me, I was born free”