Sara Jo Andrews
Biography of Sara Jo Andrews
I write for me, I write to provide an outlet for my thoughts, my questions, those moments of insanity that everyone has, most of all I write to show my passion, and my emotions that run strong.
Sara Jo Andrews Poems
Daddy's Little Girl
You have been here with me, Through the rough times and the smooth times. But now you are gone, So far away, so distant.
Hopes dashed among the rocks, Happiness spreads wings and takes flight, The light leaves the eyes that once sparkled bright, But now dull and impassive.
What is happiness? Is it a smile? Is it a laugh? Is it peace of mind?
This is one of those days, Where you are feeling all alone In the world, Like no one knows
In this game of love, I am th FOOL... I had my own hopes and dreams,
At long last this moment of suspension has ended. You crossed that hurtle, Broke free of the chain that bound you. Yet you come back to me.
Answers For Questions
Sitting here in this world I call mine, I wonder as I always do, what this day is going to bring. I ponder once again the questions life brings, The questions I hold in hopes of answering.
None To Be Found
These feelings, this lost faith What direction do I take? Which path should I follow? Hope is only threadbare compared
Fear Of Memories
I lie here in bed, as sleep eludes me. That sweet peace is ever so elusive. The darkness closes in and fast on its heels are memories, Memories for which I long to forget.
A Gift Of Love
You gave me a gift, a gift none else can give, the gift of love. You taught me patience, you taught me forgiveness. In you own ways, you are trying to teach me to look at things in better light. You’ve neen there all alone, but it was me that was afraid and pushed away.
Enter the darkness my friend, Come and follow me, I will show you pleasures beyond your imagination Sights beyond your dreams
Outside My Window
Outside my window, my looking glass to the world, I see many things, The cold death of winter, The barren land, which the death brings,
Some day you’ll look back On what has all happened Then you’ll realize What you have lost,
Death In His Darkest Hour...
I see you my dark friend. I hear you my dark friend. This night I know not what brings You to leave your calling card upon my step.
Once Again I Write...
This pen, this paper is once again my savior.
I write to save my sanity.
I write to ease my heart.
I write to cleanse my soul.
I write to feel alive.
I write to keep my mind strong and my thoughts clear.
I write my words of sorrow, despair, pain, and love, as well as words of wisdom.
I write so that one day someone will truly know me.
This paper, this pen is once again my inspiration.