Sometimes,
Finding the needle in the haystack,
Could mean, taking painful pricks,
It may hurt the flesh on our fingers,
And instill so much agony and pain,
But, we will need the same needle,
To stitch up the wounds it caused,
Losing the needle means lost hope,
For our wounds, will remain open,
And so, fingers need to find strength,
To hold it and stitch themselves up,
For I have come to understand that,
What brings pain is what takes it away.
"The Needle In The Haystack"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
Welcome to my Poetry and writing blog, I am glad you stopped by:) I do Poetry and pieces of writing, just for fun and self-growth. I write for existence, just like breathing. "Creativity is the engine on my quill" I hope you'll enjoy my writing :) Checkout more of my work from my Facebook page; @Drew Poetry Kenya. You can also connect with me on Facebook as "Author Drew" and on Instagram @Drew.Poetry.ke Thanks for stopping by:)
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