This poem, is about my struggles, I just wrote it since I hoped it'd help, and I guess in a way it did, I hope you enjoy =)



When the wound upon my wrist heals,

another one reveals.

My heart shattered.

Upon this day, it scattered.

Across an empty field,

when my heart aches, there's no need to yield,

and I won't, believe me, that much is clear, for when

my heart breaks and the flames carry me.

All my worries just disappear.

Flames, smoke and ashes carry my heart while my problems and worries,

fall apart.

And if the smoke carries me to the top, just know that I never, gave up.

(Leon Krog)


Submitted: January 29, 2018

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Criss Sole

I was really touched by this one. I read it several times. Very powerful. Loved it!

Sat, June 2nd, 2018 5:24am


Thank you so much for your comment. This poem means a lot for me, and to see that someone can relate, and appreciate the poem, for the story is just amazing. I really appreciate it.

Sun, June 3rd, 2018 7:37am


Criss Sole Thank you so much for your comment, that means a lot. :)

Sun, June 3rd, 2018 2:33pm

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