My seven years of experience in writing have been without tears. Not that I had no reason to cry, only that I chose no season to try. On my best days, I give in to rest as my Doc. says... Through my bad times, I act sad and forgive my own crimes... When it is dawn, I push out of bed and pray along my lawn... And when night falls again, I hope I did it right enough to have the gain. Welcome to the space of The Born Poet😊😊❤️