POETRY HOUSE( pieces ) There are pieces of me hanging on the tree Pieces of me flying out of the window There are pieces of me I lost long time ago And some, I don't even need back There is a song deep in my heart Beating loud from the mountain top Their lies after the ocean an island of hope I was made to be great And I must create. My existence is mine to tell I mean I can hold my peace and elope the scene I can be what makes lyrics sweet Me and you can beat the best And after the best,we can conquer the rest In time of testing, I will quench my thirst Or maybe do my best to make up for the stress I've got pieces pilling up, I'm ready to invest in this vent . I'm a seed to my generation, So I must stay strong in this tribulation. For In this contradiction, I've found justification My story is mine to tell I am an eye witness I speak of all that I've witness How my meekness became my weakness And my fears , became my tears I will never forget my pain,B'
I'm Ruth. I write to inspire to keep hope alive.