Our Words Tend To Reap The Frigid Wind Of Sorrow

poem by: Ronell Warren Alman
Written on Mar 24, 2016 

Our words tend to reap the frigid wind of sorrow 
When we do not make ourselves clear 
Anxiety tends to rear its ugly head 
Some people often hide themselves in fear 
But, we can not lose hope 
We need to obtain that fire 
Have the drive, ambition and precision 
To reach even higher

 

Tags: happy, inspirational, encouraging, hope, wishful,

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