I love this so much. I hope he will notice you. I love this poem so, so much! I've been through this too, and it went pretty well. I hope you and he can be together.
I lost my brother. He was my everything. He was my best friend and my life. I miss him so much. I feel so helpless. I miss him every day, but I can't do anything. This poem makes me cry again. I want to tell my brother how much I miss him and how much I want to see him again.
I'm so sorry for everyone here! My little brother died 2 years ago tomorrow. We knew he was dying. I watched him go a little every day. He was younger than me. I was about to turn 49 when he passed; I asked him please don't die on my birthday, which it doesn't matter because around the time is the same hurt. He gave me instructions for taking care of our mom after his death, but I've been failing miserably. Last night God allowed me to dream of my son dying. I really thought it was real. I cried so hard my husband woke me up, and I called my son who had me feeling better in no time. Those few minutes of thinking my son had died let me know how my mom feels every day. After my brother's death he made me promise to take care of her and I tried, but it's not easy. I still have not grieved for him. All of your stories have helped me, which will help her. Be blessed.
I lost my best friend, Mohammed Ibrahim. He was more than a friend to me, but death put us apart. Sometimes I just wish RIP could means Return If possible. We love you, but God loves you most, and you will forever remain in our heart. Farewell friend!
Not a lot of people can have the courage to write a poem. But to write a poem about rape. That's beyond courageous: that's straight up bravery. You are an inspiration to anyone who has ever had to deal with abuse or has been raped. You are my hero. People like you are gonna make the world stronger than ever. Even though that man did what he did, try to forgive him, for even the most evil of people weren't born to do the sins they've committed. Bless you, your family, and your kids. Much love and support to you.
I can relate to the poem because I've hidden from the world several times because I thought that maybe if I wasn't around the world would be a better place. I spoke to our Pastor and First Lady at our church that I go to and told them how I felt. Rev. Ford and First Lady Ford both told me that I shouldn't end my life because that would make things worse. They both helped me turn my life around. If it hadn't been for their support and encouragement, I wouldn't be the person that I am. Ever since I became a member at Little Zion, I have felt God tugging on my heart. Rev. Ford and First Lady Ford have done so much for me, helping me to get my life back together and leading me in the right direction. I don't hide from the world anymore, like I used to before I had my life changed.
Beautiful poem. I love it.
I went through the same thing recently taking care of my grandmother. She died of cancer. It was the most traumatic thing I'd ever been through. It has been hard for me to talk about. I don't think anybody really, truly knows just how deep it affected me. I'm so sorry you went through that at such a tender age. I know there's somebody out there who can be a strength and anchor for you and help you realize just how beautiful you are.
I agree! We should be sticking together to get through these traumatic times instead of isolating ourselves. It will be hard because it goes against our nature, but we can do it with each other's help.
At first I didn't understand this poem, but luckily it has a hidden message that will grip you.
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