Can I find my way back to Joy?
Can I find happiness also?
Let me play piano again.
Let peace of mind come to me now.
Melodies I play very well.
Can I find my way back to Joy?
Happiness is within my reach!
Where is my peace of mind these days?
Brain lesion brings bad news now.
Piano playing brings light.
Can I find my way back to Joy?
Peace of mind I will find in time.
Piano is my sanity.
Second Lesion not so bad, right?
Peace of mind I slowly find out.
Can I find my way back to Joy?
Written by Becca E Henry on January 27th, 2005
at 9:30am Central time, all rights reserved!
M.Rose
God Bless
Michelle!
For me poetry often starts itself...then I find the strict meter and rhyme it has started with- and left me to complete, and I think, "Oh thanks a lot."
I remember "Letter Lovers Love Letter" was like that. The first line is there, and now I have to keep going with that insanity of alliteration.
My latest poem posted now has an interesting structure. I love it when they come that way.
Much admiration for your work,
John