The Deepest Journey Poem by Sharron Stephenson

the past is hard to face head on. no matter,
who we are? man woman,
many poeple feel trapped in a body they do not,
even know,
a child like mind a playful soul,
may not be a curse but a painful memory,
when the twist and turns of the rope around,
your neck lets you bearth,
the sigh will be the deepest and many,
will follow,
the belief you have inside yourself comes,
near ans shouts,
just because you have cleared a hurdle does,
not mean there are no more to hold you back,
around the globe there are poeple who?
do not understand that suffering in silence,
can cause more pain and heartache,
the tinted colored glasses which has clouded your,
vision will fall and the focus,
returns,
and you can see that all the colours of the rainbow,
are brighter then ever,
nature seams more alive and contented,
the strength and support you find,
from friends family or strangers,
can keep you going,
on the long journey ahead of you,
always keep that smile you smile all day,
through,
and never look back