Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2017
I made it somehow
through the tempest

of you. Now
the voices have gone

and the heart doesn't
look any further

than what is here. I
know, right? I can

smile at losing
live with nothing
believe in myself
and best of all

just     BE.
M G Hsieh
Written by
M G Hsieh
261
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems