THE GIFT TO WRITE
I remember sitting with my paper and pen.
Putting down feelings of which I had within.
Feeling alone, no one know of my deep pain.
Keeping faith in God, so I won't go insane.
This gift comes from my heavenly father above.
He is the reason why I turn my hurt into love.
I know I'm not alone, he knows what I'm feeling.
He loves and bless me, my need to keep living.
In life there is good times and also bad at times.
I use my gift and experiences and put them in rhyme.