Suetang
05-01-2004, 07:13 PM
My inner voice lay hidden
Until the day you passed away
It was then I started writing
There was so much I had to say
You never knew me as a writer
My voice was silent way back then
But through grief I found my calling
As the words flowed through my pen
I began to find a purpose
As my words began to flow
'tho my heart was tinged with sadness
For you would never know
I opened my heart to strangers
Sharing the love I felt for you
'tho my life turned upside down
Thoughts of you would get me through
I wrote about my garden
And shared my love of the sea
Through my ever flowing words
I felt your presence close to me
I'd write of love and romance
And of those in desperate need
Poetry became my main obsession
How my mind would eagerly feed
I have made so many friends
And for them so much I care
I find comfort sharing my feelings
Through my heart and soul I share
So, Dad, I hope you see me
And I hope you would be proud
I've come out of the shadows
And through my heart my voice is loud
* * *
My poetry writing only began three years ago after
I lost my dearly loved father to asbestos cancer
and since then my writing has been a constant
source of inspiration for me which I would be
lost without.
Until the day you passed away
It was then I started writing
There was so much I had to say
You never knew me as a writer
My voice was silent way back then
But through grief I found my calling
As the words flowed through my pen
I began to find a purpose
As my words began to flow
'tho my heart was tinged with sadness
For you would never know
I opened my heart to strangers
Sharing the love I felt for you
'tho my life turned upside down
Thoughts of you would get me through
I wrote about my garden
And shared my love of the sea
Through my ever flowing words
I felt your presence close to me
I'd write of love and romance
And of those in desperate need
Poetry became my main obsession
How my mind would eagerly feed
I have made so many friends
And for them so much I care
I find comfort sharing my feelings
Through my heart and soul I share
So, Dad, I hope you see me
And I hope you would be proud
I've come out of the shadows
And through my heart my voice is loud
* * *
My poetry writing only began three years ago after
I lost my dearly loved father to asbestos cancer
and since then my writing has been a constant
source of inspiration for me which I would be
lost without.