Hi, my name is Taylor, and I'm 18 years old. I was 17 when it first happened. I was going out with a guy, and on the day of his little brother's birthday he took away my innocence. On that same day a very close friend of mine passed away, so I kinda just forgot about what he did, so I don't remember it clearly, and that's how it happened a second time. It was on the night of my close friend's funeral. It was around midnight. I was in excruciating pain and weak and just tired, so I went to lie down and he took me from behind. I can still hear his voice telling me, "Only a few more minutes," while I begged him to stop. I tried pushing him off, but I was just so weak and powerless. I still cry myself to sleep some nights because it still continues to haunt me even when I close my eyes because that second time I remember so crystal clear. I keep my pain hidden behind my smile because I don't wanna be a burden to anyone, so I let my poems do the talking for me.
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I am battling brain cancer. Doctors only gave me 2 months to live; that was 5 years ago. I'm now 36 and have 3 kids who need me. Every day gets harder to keep up the fight, but I can't imagine the pain my babies are going to go through. Thank you for sharing this, and I'm sorry to all of you who have lost someone close to you to cancer. I wish it didn't exist. I will continue to keep the faith and try to stay positive through the rest of my life. I'm excited to think that the suffering will end but sad to think about not being here to share my happiness. Even after 5 years, it's unreal to me. Having to say goodbye to your kids and parents just in case this is it is super hard. May God bless you all and guide you through your pain.
I'm 27. I have a son, and he turned 2. While his mother was pregnant, we separated due to some serious issues. I was the one who chose to end it, and as a result, my ex and her family punished me by not letting me be a part of his life. I used to get photos and videos and I got to meet him once. After I filed for divorce they cut me off. I ended it due to my ex always blackmailing me with suicide and lies. She cheated on me and abused me physically. I never hit her back, but she made up a story and got me arrested by the police. I decided that night that I could not stay with her. I feared she would continue to blackmail me, especially with my son's life. I ended it, but I miss my son a lot. I don't know if I did the right thing by separating, and I wish I could be with him. It's so sad how she can just take my son away and cut his father out. I'm a good person, and I don't deserve this. I keep a poker face in front of others, but I feel like I'm losing myself slowly. I feel a pain inside, and it never goes away.
This poem did touch me. It talks to me about appreciation, love, and acceptance. It makes us take a moment to think of how blessed we are and how we need to make the time here and now to show that love and appreciation and also how to accept what has passed. Some things we would love to change if we could. Sometimes we have regrets and other things we would never change, but we have to accept what is and learn and grow into an even better version of ourselves while we still have time. It seems like a very deep soul searching going on in this writer's heart!
This made me cry because my mom died when I was 11 and now I'm 13. My dad does not get out of prison until I'm 14, and this touched my heart. That's why I gave it 5 stars.
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Sharon, I've felt your pain just one day longer. Lost my love on 8/18/17. Checked in for routine testing on July 10. A totally unexpected cardiac arrest on July 31. During one of the few times I had left his room this happened. I entered a corridor and a nightmare while efforts to bring him back brought the sound of his heartbeat. He never woke or spoke again. He had told me he just wanted to watch TV. I gave him the remote, a kiss, and stepped out to stroll to get coffee. We finally let him go 18 days later after there was no hope for improvement. We met when I was 12 and he was 14. Together 55 years, married 48. He was 69. My best friend, my soulmate. I hold onto this - I think his heart beat again to give me closure, a chance to tell him how much I love him and spend almost every moment of 18 days by his side. My daughters and 3 grandchildren are his gifts to me, the reason I breathe. I pray you feel healing very soon and the strength to go on each day. I hope I can take my advice to you. In sympathy.
This poem is absolutely beautiful. Very touching. I think this mother is courageous.
I lost my sister 15 months ago on 6/9/16 after a very short battle of lymphoma cancer. Her battle was 72 days after being diagnosed. Fourteen of those days were in hospice care. I held her hand every day and night. I did not dare leave her sight. I prayed with her, talked about our childhood memories, and sang to her. I laughed, cried, and pleaded, until one night I took a walk around the hospital halls and sat for a second in the guest area and shut my eyes. Then I felt a light tap on my shoulder and a soft whisper from my aunt, "Wake up, wake up, her time has come." As I opened my eyes all confused, hoping it was all a nightmare, my aunt stretched out her hand and whispered, "I shall walk next to you and take you to your sister." My longest walk ever, and even though I knew this day would come, I couldn't help myself from weeping. I kiss her forehead and whisper, "My forever sister, until we meet again."
When I was 10 and a half, my whole life changed. My dad (my hero) killed himself when my mom and brothers were away. When my mom told me that my dad passed away, she didn't tell me what happened, just that he died. Also when she told me, my heart and my breathing just stopped and I fell to the ground, sobbing. I couldn't believe that the man I spent my whole day with (when he was off of work and I was off of school) was gone and I would never see him again until I died.
So sorry for you loss. I, too, lost my younger brother on June 2, 2017. I'm still crying, and every day I think of him. He had a lot of medical issues, so my biggest joy is he is no longer suffering. I miss him so very much! I was at his bedside along with his wife and daughter when he passed. I got to say I love you many times, but I still feel I didn't get to say goodbye. I have guilt that I didn't say more to him. I feel so much loss. My core family is gone. I have lost my mom, dad, sister and now my brother. God, please give us strength to get through this.
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