In My Poetry

I pen my poetry 

to cry out my anguish...

painting  in words 

the agony and misery

that I can not contain

they are too many 

too heavy to bear...

my wounds so deep 

so great 

they never heal

waiting 

for God's miracle...

It's been long 

but I am still here 

trap in pangs of hurts 

and strain

though in poetry I chant

Gods healing grace

yet until now

I am still buried 

in my tears...

Too many times

I stumbled and fell

running to and pro 

like waves on the seashores 

the sadness are winning 

my heart whining 

still  I am drowned 

in my bereave...

Again

In my poetry I turn 

penning down my pain...

again and again...