Life does present it’s problems but when we get down-pray and write! This poem came out of a time when new love was being smothered by the responsibility of taking care of others and having to be gracious when all you want to do is cry.
Roses creeping along the wall
Seeking a place of their own
Blooming in vast arrays of color
Their beauty tries to console this empty space
That used to be my soul
Why have things gone this way?
I seek a place of my own
A place to rest and bloom
In vast arrays of color
I do not require much in my space
But I cannot acquire anything
That is really mine
Doubt has stolen what I thought was right
Now I am confused and dismayed by life
Time has no scent to perfume my heart
It is stale and seems quite cold
Am I getting to the point that I do not care?
I am afraid-I try not to be
The ground is shaking beneath my feet
I try to stand-to do my best
Can’t seem to get it right anymore
I cannot find my wall where I can bloom
In vast arrays of color.
byheavenslight 
I feel every written word from your hand, from your heart i hear your cry, tommorrow will be much better, as you embrace my hand and try. There are many better days ahead of you, and soon you will surely see, that all that i ever promised you, will soon cover all your needs. Have faith each day within your life, know Like Job some bad things are sure to come, but remain faithful to the only One you love, knowing the battle is already won! Be lifted!
Oh how very beautiful! Standing on His promises for’He is faithful that promised’ Love you dearest friend!
Beautiful one!
Thank you