What Makes Me Poem by Jaycee Wilkerson

A cold touch
Because of a broken heart
A dim light
From being in the dark
Strenth when i walk
From carrying
Soo much burden
Vicious scarrs
From being trusting
Abundent amounts of patients
From what was faced
A scanning soul
Looking for what is misplaced
Shamed of those
Who have disgraced
A heart is private property
And should never be defaced
Gentle as a brezze
Handling situations with grace
But deadly as a hurricane
When pain is felt
Premeditated from thought to action
Means your every move is countered
With a action......