My Twisted Fate

And so it began, one dark and stormy night

Lost and drowning in an ocean of thought

With pen and paper in hand, I began to write

Not knowing at all the outcome I sought.

With Rolling thunder and a flickering candle

And a heart full of sorrow and pain

I penned all the thoughts that I couldn't handle

As I sat staring at the pouring rain

"Memoirs of a Burdened Heart" the first title I chose

Inadvertently opening an unimaginable door

Looking back, I'm glad that door didn’t close

I never imagined myself a writer, all those years ago.

A hobby born from a pain filled heart

Is now a livelihood that I'll never give up

From a time I didn't know where to start

To a point where now, I never want to stop

So I found my passion in very trying time

A place where I can open the floodgates

In poetry I found a love of words and rhyme 

And this became my Twisted Fate