Stine Writing and Miniatures

Does this sound like you?

Sometimes the words just come, sometimes with feelings, sometimes with memories. Poetry heals the heart and mind. ❤️

It is times like these I bow my head
My spirit is bruised, my mood like lead
I cannot recall the last time I felt
the happiness here or felt my heart melt
I’m without the words since I have no strength
to argue again or hear sorries at length
It may be all me, I’m willing to say
But regardless I’m having a crappy day.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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