Inspirational Poem

Poem Of Overcoming

Originally from England, Laura Barnes has lived and worked as a teacher, trainer and life coach across four continents. Laura now lives happily in Gilbert, Arizona and is the Owner/Founder/Chief Coffee Maker at Your Potential Power, a heart-centered life coaching practice. Laura is also an online instructor at the Southwest Institute of Healing Arts in Tempe, AZ. She is currently in training for her June 2012 climb of Mt. Kilimanjaro for charity. Laura would love to hear from you.

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I Am Not A Victim Of Breast Cancer

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Published on August 2013

I am not a victim of breast cancer. I am experiencing breast cancer.
I am not dying. I am living.
I am not curing. I am healing and restoring.
I am not fearing. I am loving and trusting.
I am not fighting. I am ceasing all hostility and conflict.
I am not weak or diminished. I am strong and whole and complete.
I am not coping or hoping. I am giving and receiving, creating and conceiving.
I am not crying. I am laughing until the tears run down my leg.
My body is not my enemy. My body is my loving friend, my gentle guide.
My life story is not history. My life story is legendary.
I am not powerless. I am powerful beyond measure.
I am not a drop in the ocean. I am the ocean in a drop.
I am not scattered. I am aligned.
I am not being destroyed. I am building my sacred stature.
I am not trapped or caged. I am as free as a feathery fledgling.
My body is not a muddy puddle of despair. My body is a hallowed temple of spirit.
I am not filled with shadows. I am filled with illuminating light.
I am not a passive puppet. I am an active advocate and enthusiastic participant.
I am not tired and bested. I am tied and invested.
I am not without a voice or meaning or purpose. I am an angelic messenger.
I am not discarded. I am needed.
I am not descending, dragging or faltering. I am consistently inspiring and uplifting.
I am not dwelling in the reflections of the past or the projections of the future. I am joyfully dancing naked in the unfolding mystery of the present moment.
I am not alone or abandoned. I am infinitely connected by the soft, silky vibrational threads of love.
I will not forget. I will remember.
I will not burn out. I will sparkle forever.

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For Students - Analysis of Form and Technique

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Techniques this poem uses:

  • It has a strong sense of structure. Structure gives the poem a sense of flow and organization.

    I am not...I am...
    My body is not...My body is...
    I will not...I will..

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  • This is an example of a free verse poem. Free verse poems do not follow any rules.
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  • There is a strong sense of emotion, which pulls the reader into what the author is experiencing.

    I am not discarded. I am needed.
    I am not filled with shadows. I am filled with illuminating light.
    I will not burn out. I will sparkle forever.

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Has this poem touched you? Share your story!
  • by Tyson, California
  • 2 years ago

I read this poem to the staff at a hospice where I work. It helped us to see our patients as living, breathing, alive, and hopeful, so we can encourage them to be all they can be for as long as they can be, and beyond.

  • by Tyquan Rogers, North Carolina
  • 2 years ago

The past few months was nothing but frustrating. Snow and avalanches. Lava and volcanos. At the end of the process. I'm still getting older. Without a shoulder to cry on. Inside I was cold and vulnerable. Outside strong and unstoppable. My goal was to overcome all odds. I stood my ground like a tough tree. Flew and gather pollen like our good friends the bee. Nothing could stand in my way for long. God gave me a mission to see if I succeed. I went to school so I know how to read. The sign was unclear at first. My thirst for money was stronger. Hungry and starving for it . The devil took it away from me because his heart and soul is black as night. He doesn't care if we live or die. Cry and fight. Sick and hurt. He just care if the price is right. God lifted me and gave me another chance. He said continue to write your poems until your skills enhance. I'm proud of myself to do a joyful dance. It's just the beginning of a long and challenging journey.

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