Shadows of my HeartA Poem by Gregoria Somol AhmedWhen families are the weapon that can kill once a friendly fire is underestimatedIn the quiet hours, shadows creep, For every child, I’ve stretched my hand, My sister's words, once warm and bright, We shared the meals, her child to feed,
Bills piled high like mountains steep, I stood my ground, returned her child, In this dark night, I search for light, So here I stand, with weary breath, For children’s laughter, I will fight, © 2024 Gregoria Somol AhmedReviews
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1 Review Added on October 18, 2024 Last Updated on October 18, 2024 AuthorGregoria Somol AhmedSaipan, Garapan, Northern Mariana IslandsAboutI am a resilient poet navigating the complexities of love and healing. Drawing from personal experiences, I explore the balance between vulnerability and strength, capturing the journey through pain a.. more..Writing
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