The Crystal Rose

As I sit and begin to write these lines

I'm reminded of a much earlier time

I must have been 8 when I first began

To create prose with a pen in my hand

Although most times it was done for fun

Who'd have guessed one day a writer I'd become

So I've laid myself bare, all the triumphs and trials

The trauma, the hurt, the frowns, and the smiles

Let these words be a beacon and offer insight

When you're alone in the darkness and looking for light

I'm certainly grateful that you took the time

To share my expe...