Writing feeds my heart,
when it needs to pour out,
since nobody's here
to listen from the start

Nobody knows my life
as well as I do
A poem doesn't feel the same
coming from another you

I look back at the old ones,
and I remember the tears I've cried
before I could see
the other beautiful side.

Before I had an epifony
of beyond the shades of blue
I didn't want to go on
with just writing about the news
Of my sad, sad, life.

But then something hit me
Something shining so bright
Instead of days of darkness
I began to see the light
and I begin to believe that life
could be the greatest thing.
And it is.

© 2013 Samantha Girouard-Holt