THE GIFT TO WRITE I remember sitting with my paper and pen. Putting down feelings of which I had within. Feeling alone, no one know of my deep pain. Keeping faith in God, so I won't go insane. This gift comes from my heavenly father above. He is the reason why I turn my hurt into love. I know I'm not alone, he knows what I'm feeling. He loves and bless me, my need to keep living. In life there is good times and also bad at times. I use my gift and experiences and put them in rhyme.