the sun went down

My writing is something I truly love. Not just like I love to do it, but I truly love each piece like it is a child of mine. Each poem, story or piece express a part of me that may not have been free otherwise. The act of writing has given me the opportunity to say and feel my way through things I never thought possible.

I am a very emotional, passionate person, therefore I have had a broken heart on many occasions when I could not have what I thought I truly desired and was entitled to. I think this can also mean I can be a control-freak, but that does not sound as gentle. Love is something I feel we are all gifted. Each of us has the chance to feel love, then it almost instantly can go away. I learning to cling to the love I feel for myself and my Higher Power and not seek out something in someone else that they may never be able to fully give. My worth is not meant to come from others... it is meant to come from within me.

OK, enough with the mush.

Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago.

The Sun Went Down
The Sun went down
On all love gone
But was sure to rise
With something unknown

Faith to hang on
And Patience to wait
Lead life to somewhere
That nothing could break

Still standing here
With Love as their guide
Two souls march on
Eyes wide open, side by side

Michelle Andrade 2004