The excitement that life brings stems from the emotions of the heart
It's fickle behavior wars with rational and logical thinking.
The mind. The heart.
Inevitably, the Soul.
They all tie together to create me.
Someone no one on this earth can be.
Only me.
The surgeon's knife cuts deep only to sow it up again
Healing comes with time
And with time new chapters begin to form
Closing one, onto a new. Forward.
We must always move forward.
I am a canvass that was once blank
Now. Colors come in all shapes and sizes.
The smell of blue is wonderful
The sounds that red makes is exquisite.
I wonder what it would if you couple them all together
Oh the taste in my palate.
Sweet. Rich. Bitter.
I am a POIEMA.
Onward.
