Sometimes my thoughts
Go back to
My childhood
In shadows of gray
And a little girl
I left behind,
There was no one
Who could help
My heart grow,
But as the little girl grew
She kept
Her feelings
Hidden inside
Until she could
Help herself and
Her heart grow
And to nurture
It’s beauty,
Thanking omnipotence
For this journey
Joys, Blessings, and Poetry 