Poems from FreeSpiritNMind
"What's the celebration?" she asks her friend who stands barefoot staring into the open sky.
"Another beautiful day, but what makes this...
At the age of 12...I just wrote to free the anger that defined me as the lost cause at the time.
At the time it was all I had to not put...
When the time comes to bring your A-game and be at your best the pressure is on.
"How will I do?", "I"m gonna fail....", "I'm not good...