What heals you ?
Who calms your nerves ?
Who is faithful to you?
The pen, the writer
One colored ink looks enough
Enough to tell the untold burdens
Enough to hold floods of tears
Instead of sitting on the corner all the time
Instead of being controlled by evil lust
Instead of blaming myself again this morning
Instead of anything
I wanna see the little girl again
The little girl who used to take her pen and handmade spiral book
That she kept the notebook between her folded clothers
She chose to say her prayers in that book
So, who heals me ? What brings me back ?
God and the identitiy
He has given to me
A writer
written on April 8, 2026
Hillary Monica Maranresy
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- Category: Reflection
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A poem of memories, Well done
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