I wrote this on a dearest best friend’s blog at 5.00 this morning:
The pain that resides in the heart,
is the one that tears us up and apart;
the lost trust, the suspicions,
further aggravated by certain actions.Life is for our comprehension,
to make or break, or filled with apprehension;
its surprises come not in just one cart,
its shocks poke our heart like a dart.For we are human, taking right and wrong,
and digest them so we become strong;
The path you have chosen, you’ll walk and fall,
But always be proud and stand so tall.I write this sonnet as the grass is covered by dew,
I write this sonnet wishing happiness for you.
Close your eyes…and think of things beautiful…

