Heartfelt Confession Poem by Kendaysia Milton

We are who we are because of the past
We think that it stops us if it was good or bad
The pain never stops,
The memories never fade,
The tears keep flowing like the movement of the rain,
But we keep it bottled up so no one knows what's hidden inside like an over filled closet; of shame,
Our hearts broken from the love we thought that was there
Our minds racing of the thoughts that bare Our soul weeps from the pain held in
Our eyes broken,
The hope we thought we had fell because of the past.