Creative Writer Meets The World

Conversations and times about those days, Filled of moments that we both remember, Times when we both did not have health issues, When we didn’t have to worry or wonder, We look back and remember with a smile, We both remember days with better health, You without the hand issues, And less GERD, And not even dealing with asthma, Me without the hand issues growing from my motor skill, The asthma that has gotten worse through the years, And the amount of medications that has grown on my list, We remember times of being able to do almost anything, The sky was the limit, So were the stars, But yet we still keep on striding through and through, Even though those seem to be the good old days, Of times of no worries or wondering of things, We know that it has grown us, We know it has brought us to where we are today, I wouldn’t change where I am now, I wouldn’t change who I am now, I wouldn’t change the ability to encourage, And I know you feel t...

Sometimes the light brings forth beauty, Sometimes the light heals a broken dream, Sometimes the light forgives our yesterday, Sometimes the light takes away our sorrows, Sometimes the night covers the path of our hurts, Sometimes the night takes heed our heart, And guides our steps during the light, Sometimes the night gives us the heart, To keep on going when all seems wrong, During the light, Sometimes the light brings forth a beautiful dream, Sometimes the light gives us a hope for our tomorrow, Sometimes the light gives us the peace to face the night, Sometimes the night gives us moments to reflect on our needs, Needs that can only be filled by one, The one that created us from the beginning, Sometimes the light shows the beauty of creation, Sometimes the light sheds a truth we have been searching for, And sometimes the light sheds the truth we have been hiding, Sometimes the night tries to conceal the truth from our mind, Sometimes the ni...