Ivy, you're a sensitive soul with a perceptive eye, a good heart, and, I believe, a strong will to growth. You've written all this at nineteen (I sure hadn't at that age) . Your poems speak of heartache, faith, and hope. I pray for your safe, full spreading and use of your spirit's wings, and I feel you have the potential, as your life-journey continues to unfold, to express things that will also be helpful to others.
It’s been a busy day, Working, laughing with friends, Keeping the mind occupied And the heart satisfied with nonsense. And you return back to your room, Once again tired. You have a bath, You read a magazine, You go to bed..