Torn

A Poem by BellaBr

In dillema

A pristine glow...
Is it real??
Full of promises yet luks empty
wat does the future hold?
A glimmer of hope, faith...trust
is it different this tym?
Can i let down my defence
or up my walls?
Time tells...
To cry, bite my lip n sort myself out

© 2012 BellaBr

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Added on September 4, 2012
Last Updated on September 4, 2012

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BellaBr

Eldoret, Rift valley, Kenya

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An introvert with a sense of humour and mockery of hard times in her young life, but she has great dreams and a long way to go, trusting God that all will be well at last more..