I respect everyone’s identity,
Each little thing that defines personality.
Never have been judgmental,
Hurting feelings would only be accidental.
But to criticize my belief,
The only source of relief.
One who never left me,
Cloaking completely so none could see.
And pulling out of fire,
When everyone joined hands to conspire.
As I lost breath,
He helped me escape death.
Always forgiving,
When others were raging.
The One who revive spirit back,
Helping me choose the right track.
Little tales wrapped in Nature is garb Worn out warrior spirit Outpour my heart within a blurb Make a mark before my exit Someone to pick up my scroll A like and a comment So it can grow But I am just
As an amateur poet with a tiny stature, To be mentioned among friends of Stuart Each one so affluent A group of folks so kind in nature Overwhelmed by this sweet gesture, Making my presence prominent.
He was just one of us, One could hardly differentiate. What demons predominate? Destruction became his entire focus. None could be suspicious, Pressing button he didn’t hesitate. This blew up the enti