Poems
Poems
Still there is hope Sue the side of the thoughts of the mind that make you think that death is the only option. Mind you, the mind mines the emotions like minerals and copper, wondering whether to slit the wrist or stop her, for all she feels is pain, hurt, heartache and tears. Crop the pain and turn it into purpose. We can push her to try again at life, if she lets us. Paste possibilities, like remaking the sword Narsil, forged in fire,