Poems from shannonrenee121
Fear carries us, but so do voices.
Pencil and paper can be used for most of this.
You do not need a voice to be heard.
I thought you did,...
Words fly from your mind onto the page.
There is no stopping when you have set your mind ablaze.
Pencils are made for writing,
but what...
She sits there crying.
She told us he was dying.
Little did I know, he would be my father no longer.
Tears streamed down her face.
Her mind...