Poem # 50 Time will Tell

 There are no give a ways
 Miracles can depart and connect
Throw you down the wind
Chase you through a curb
Your running down the street
but your walking through the healing path
Learning everyday lesson through time
hoping for the best
Your time will come
and grow like flower

Poem#49 A Bad Person

A dark person
A strange form of miscommunication
misleading lie
full of despair and agony
surrounded by exceptions
and misbeleives
she stands in ice
crawling on the ground
freezing cold
her body surrounded by fear
her nails are black
she can barely feel them
numbness is in control