that broken families are a mistake
that love lasts and lives forever
that he will not leave
that she will not make him
that i won't be stuck
in between
that it is logical
that it is never justifiable
that hitting me will change me
that kissing me will change me
that time will make it better
that wounds will eventually heal
that i am afraid
that i will end up like my parents
that no one will notice
when i already have
amen
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The strength is there, borne of an inherent will to survive. You have but to acknowledge that it is your own... And that, with each sensation of a cracked, fragmented self, you are still alive. Still alive to see that this, too, shall come to pass.
*hug*
it is great to read someone who is living in the place where I was born and raised.
Dear Carr,
I love your poem. I really admire all of you for the positive attitudes you have. Keep it up and always put your chin-up no matter what. Always pray to God for guidance and the wisdom for all the decisions you will undertake.
We love you all,
Tita Tetel
one day at a time, bite your lip at that slow realization that changing is a part of what must be. And that when things have come to pass, as they always will, you can shrug and say "bugger you all..."
you take care.
thank you to everyone for your wonderful comments. i'm touched. truly. thank you.
I admire your ability to convey these poems.
And, thank you for visiting my site.
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form--no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space--ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold--the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.
-walt whitman
>hugs<, ga..:D
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