Poem: When Morning Comes

I thought I couldn’t make it
but I can. I’ve learned to accept
the fact that you’ve
chosen the road, adamant
to the core; doesn’t live

to shake me. Still me on petite feet,
looking back I should have spoken the truth
You know I can’t due to these tears
choking back, swallowing harder than
it used to be. Biting my tongue ’til it

bleed. If a drop from the desert rose is price-
less diamond, then cultivate them my dear love;
I shall donate them to the unfortunate &
the poor. Shaping a heart that’s larger
than life. For you’ve taught me so with tenderness


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