The touch of your skin
makes me feel at home
the sound of your voice
let’s me know, I am not alone
Even though my brain is failing me
you have stood by this craziness
If you asked me, I would have set you free
But you would rather uplift your family
and love me for me
I have pushed people away
and that is at my dismay
but he is my person
and I will keep him at bay
Until we are old and gray
when it is judgment day
all I will be able to say
I have earned my wings today
I have loved you all the way
my heart you will always stay
our souls will continue on, faraway
-h.b. Woods
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H.b. Woods
I am a mental health warrior; I battle it daily. I’m a mom to 5, a wife, a daughter, and a friend. Some of my poems are brutal as my ‘journey’ continues. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.
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