Choosing Life and Operating Happiness
His pain opened the sky, it cried out rain.
Every time he grieved, the gray clouds came.
His roaring rage brought a snow storm,
His howls had winds, blowing through the air.
He doesn’t know how mighty he is,
He had shaped the weather.
He doesn’t see what I see;
How the entire world shifts
With his pain.
If he knew his strength
Maybe he would smile,
More often.
Hmm it appears like your site ate my first comment (it was extremely long) so I guess I’ll just sum it up what I had written and say, I’m thoroughly enjoying your blog. I too am an aspiring blog blogger but I’m still new to everything. Do you have any helpful hints for newbie blog writers? I’d really appreciate it.
Thank you so much, your comment went to spam. I’m glad you enjoy my blog! The best advice I can give in regards to anything you do is to do it from the heart and be yourself 😊
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