I am my own and no one else's. I belong to no one but myself. The feeling of aloneness has overtaken me but the light is still brightly shinning. How can I feel when there is no heart beating? How can I breathe when my lungs forget to inhale life? My hope is lingering on by a shred of this dimly light, that is now mixed with despair. My body is achingly, longing for release of that now diminishing shining light. I am my own and belong to no one but this sickness that is trying to overtake me. Will I remain alone? Will I?
Author Bio:
I am a mom of three wonderful children. I have always loved writing. Poems and short story's are my favorite. When I am writing I view it from many different perspectives and try to make it relatable to all. Writing poetry and stories is truly a gift that should be shared. It's like you are forever writing a love story or tale that will never end or be forgotten.
Author Bio:
I am a mom of three wonderful children. I have always loved writing. Poems and short story's are my favorite. When I am writing I view it from many different perspectives and try to make it relatable to all. Writing poetry and stories is truly a gift that should be shared. It's like you are forever writing a love story or tale that will never end or be forgotten.
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