I became a writer

Ceeohna


I became a writer when


I became a writer when
The pain was just to much to bear
I died inside
The day my mom died
And that is what set me off without a care
I have grief
A drunken weekend of deep moarning
And my fears to thank for this gift I have found
I only wish I’d have found this gift
The poems I might have wrote to share with my mom while she was still around
But I know she’s up there
Always looking down on me
The day I became a writer
I heard a haunting call
Choose wise my son
Or find where Angels fall

  • Authors: Cee (Pseudonym), W.J.G.🕊
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  • Finished: April 21st, 2022 12:30
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  • Category: Reflection
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  • bellflower

    Yes writing is a great way of unloading our own heart. As you write you let your grief come out and you feel better. Take time as you grief for your loss. Get well.



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