Lucy Grainger Poems
|4.||What He Means To Me!||2/22/2013|
|6.||A Letter To Say...||1/12/2013|
|8.||God Bless You!||2/9/2013|
|10.||What Hurts More?||2/16/2013|
|11.||Long To Belong||12/27/2013|
|12.||Actions Have Consequences||2/16/2013|
|15.||Gone, But Where?||3/11/2014|
|17.||From The Heart||4/9/2013|
|18.||Stephen, My Baby||4/9/2013|
|21.||Can'T Make Up My Mind!||1/16/2013|
Fear wraps you up but doesn't comfort you.
Fear makes you feel sick and bring up what you shouldn't really say.
Fear is heavy and holds you back.
Fear is dark but can sometimes help shed light on something.
Fear is poisonous but not spiteful.
Fear is silent but deadly.
Fear is forbidding.
Fear is creative and makes you act in a way you wouldn't normally.
Fear is powerful but makes you feel weak at the knees.
Fear seeps through the cracks that you try and hide.
Fog is mysterious, wet and dark.
Fog blurs your view and makes you unsure of what's coming next.
Fog creates wishes of people from beyond coming back.
Fog feels wet against your face so that you can't tell whether you're crying or just moving forwards.
Fog chills you to the bone.
Fog holds your secrets with care.
By Lucy Grainger