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