Writing

This is the first poem in my poetry anthology, The Sun Will Rise Again.

I was eight when it began.

I was left clinging to sunshine

As the sun descended below the horizon.

Springtime has arrived,

cherry blossoms bloom wildly,

trees are green again.

On misty moons, I wander free,

Escaping life's cacophony,

The world's too loud—a fading sound,

As nature's peace enfolds me round.

I remember 
the first time I saw it, 
the sun beating down on my face. 
The other kids laughing and playing to their heart's content 
brings a smile to my face 

I will fight forever

When it seems like all is lost I will fight harder

When I trip and fall I will bleed words and be stronger

When I can no longer write I will speak until they cower

When all we have is spent 

What will we have left? 


Like an animal that runs through the forest 

Searching for the last of its kind to go