My Struggles Poem by Kenneth Maswabi
My Struggles
I used to struggle with pen and paper
A wilderness without grass
Stood at the valley of my thoughts
I could not say the words
Because they were not there
I was confused and lost in my own mind
I didn't know the way
I missed the sign posts
My heart was my destination
Love was calling me
But I could not hear
I stood still
And listened to my heart beat
The rest is history
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5/5/2024 5:22:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A wilderness without grass. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.