Poems from AnzAngel

Home was a term used loosely, It was a place for her to lay her head,  It was a place for her to spend her weekends. An escape if you will...
I was a porcelain doll, lost, withered, bruised.  In my darkest moments,  I was alone and scared. But I got through,  survived with nothing...
Who am I? It can't be defined in words. Who am I? A symphony with a million notes. Who am I? A broken mirror pieced together.   Who am I...
There's a time and a place. Where nothing is as it seems. There's a fear and a cry. A sound that nobody hears.   An angel in the light.  A...