My Gift is A voice
My Gift is A dream
My Gift of life
And what in it I can achieve
If only to believe, wishes come true
Somehow understaning that is something
I must set out to do
Not Knowing what is true
Or what in life to believe
Yet knowing it will all come to an end
When I no longer breath
Knowing I must leave
A piece of myself behind
Or my life will have ment nothing
On the day I die
For those who are in my life
Do not fret or grieve
For I am Alive
Through my poetry
I cry, laugh and sing
Through my poetry
I leave to you
My Gift, Voice, and DREAM
i love this poem
That is bad ass girl, no one can come close to that