Fragile
Written at unknown age
Sometimes we forget to love one another
We forget how much it means to be together
Sometimes we forget to search for each other
We forget we need one another
Sometimes we forget how fragile we are
We are like paper on the oceans floor
We do not want to fade in the sunlight
Or grieve in the moons sight
Sometimes you see the needs of an enemy or a friend
Do you try to be there to lend a hand?
Sometimes we forget how fragile we are
A blade of grass blowing across the oceans shore
Our bodies are frail, our hearts are tender
But still we try to forget
Even though its so easy to remember
Care for those who need your hand
They will care for you when you are too fragile to stand
About Aember Shea Grey
Legal Name/Pen Name
Aember Shea Grey
Bio
I'm a first time writer although I've been writing short stories and poetry since I can remember. I'm writing the autobiography as a way to release what I've held inside for so long, pain. I believe I held this pain so close to my heart that my heart began to see pain as something precious, something special to me. My heart became fond to this pain and created a life to continue the pain. Living void of emotion, I let pain rule. I'm writing this book to free my emotions and unchain my heart. I want to release the pain I kept deep in my heart. I want my heart to feel a new reality. Pain has no value and is no longer precious to me. No matter how much I intellectually see this, if my heart doesn't feel it, I cannot live it. I hope others can find value in what I write. I want to believe when you turn your nightmares into your dreams, you'll never fear being alive and will always sleep well!
Major Influences
My biggest reason for everything in my life is my children, their love, futures and happiness are the reasons I exist!, Sparky, one of my best friends, was my biggest inspiration to write. He challenged me into showing my truest self and accepted me for who I was then he applauded like I was something special. He believed in me and helped me see what I said had value. When I didn't see that, he'd scold me for not believing in myself like I should.:), Then there is Gordy, a great editor but more a friend who cares. He's always worried that this writing was too much and hurting me by forcing me back into the dark places of my childhood. Even with his conservative nature he was still able to see the good in my extreme ways. I thought my writings would bring pain to others and didn't want to hurt anyone or burn bridges. He helped me to see how I could be burning paths to emotional strength and growth for me and maybe even others. They've both helped me to see the need to have faith in myself. They've helped me see that my true strength is that I'm being open and living in reality. It is through knowledge of my shortcomings, acceptance of my weaknesses, respecting my limitations but still having the courage to love myself that has allowed an open door to start healing.
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