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| Pieces of Grace I craft, I shape, I build, I break, Words I weave for others' sake. Through mazes, puzzles, twists, and turn, Each phrase a spark, each line that burns. A jigsaw of thought, a careful art, To heal, to soothe, to touch the heart. I mold the pieces, seek the key, To craft a moment, wild and free. A perfect piece of joy and light, To brighten someone’s day, ignite A spark of hope, a breath of grace— In every word, a warm embrace. -AnnaRosa |
| As I embark on this journey of writing, I want to express my deepest gratitude to everyone who has taken the time to review my collection. Your support means the world to me, and it encourages me to continue pursuing my dream of sharing poetry that inspires and uplifts. Though I'm still learning the ropes of technology, my passion for writing and creating meaningful work continues to grow. I dream of one day publishing a book filled with poetry that speaks to the heart, and with your encouragement, I’m one step closer to that goal. Thank you for being a part of this journey. Your feedback and kindness inspire me every day. -AnnaRosa |
| Am I a writer in the shadow’s? With words I long to share, A hope to touch the hearts of others, In ways few dare to care. Though funds may be scarce, And doubts may fill the air, My voice, though soft, will find its way, For in these words, I’m rare. Each line a spark, each thought a flame, I rise, I write, and claim my name. In shadows deep, I’ll still be seen, A writer’s soul, a dream serene. -AnnaRosa |
| Each dawn unveils a breath of grace, A stretch to start the day’s embrace. We rise with ease, no thought, no strain, Oblivious to what others gain. For some, this gift is but a dream, A fleeting hope, a distant gleam. The path they walk is hard and long, Yet still they rise, both weak and strong. Independence, to us, feels near, A treasure we may hold too dear. But to others, it's a constant fight, A battle for both day and night. So let us treasure what we own, And lift the hearts that feel alone. In every step, in every stride, There’s strength to share, with love as guide. -AnnaRosa |
| I am a vine, resilient, poised to bloom, I rise and fall, in secret dance, I swoon. My tendrils stretch through air, like whispered dreams, Untangling the maze where my spirit gleams. What once felt like a cage now frees my soul, The twisted path becomes the journey whole. I weave through shadows, but toward the light, Emerging stronger, claiming endless flight. Where beauty dwells, I find my grace, In every twist, I find my place. No longer bound by rage or fear, I bloom with purpose, my path clear. -AnnaRosa |
| Believe in Your Song Your voice, a gift so pure and bright, A melody that takes its flight. A whisper, soft, yet full of might, It speaks of dreams, it shines with light. Though life may challenge, roads may bend, The music in your heart won’t end. It calls you forward, calls you free, To chase the dream that’s meant to be. No matter age, no matter time, Your passion’s rhythm, it will climb. Through every storm, through every fear, Your song will rise, your path is clear. The world awaits the sound you bring, A symphony of everything. Through joy, through pain, you’ll find your way, And share your voice with light of day. So trust the journey, trust the sound, For in your heart, the dreams are found. You’re destined to soar, to reach, to climb— Your voice, your gift, it’s yours to shine. -AnnaRosa |
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