Category : Poems

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When I am feeling down I pick up a pen and paper and write poetry, it is my safe haven. When I'm writing it becomes my transportation from darkness to light. Here is one of my short poems folks.

Through the turbulent winds

Through the turbulent winds
A mocking bird is heard
Though her fears are great
And though she is feeling scared 

She knows when the wind subsides
She will spread her wings and fly
And all her fears will leave her
As she begins to sore across the sky

For she knows the winds are temporary 
And she knows this storm won't last
She knows that will soon be over
And her fear will surely pass

F.J.McNeilly