I love this poem. Expresses exactly how I feel. Although it didn't help how I feel personally, it makes me feel better to know that I'm not the only one who thinks about life like this.
If you believe in Jesus then tell your problem to Him and ask Him for His help. I know for sure that He will never, never forsake you.
You are brave, and your sacrifices will not go wasted. It's a matter of time, and unfortunately patience is a virtue not held by many. Teach yourself the art of patience and everything will feel better even in the face of such adversity.
I couldn't have said it any better than Patricia Fleming. This is exactly how I feel. I've gone that route where I would buy things in the hope that I would feel better, however, it never really did help. I think we all have to look deep down inside ourselves and determine for ourselves what really matters. I, like Patricia, have cried many tears. I also came to the realization of what really mattered to me in my life. It took a lot of courage for me to make really big changes in my life at age 64. Patricia is right, what is really important is my opinion of me. It really doesn't matter what others think. Loving others and in turn being loved is important. Thank you so much, Patricia, for writing those words.
I lost my sister a week ago to a meth overdose. I cry every day because I miss her so much.
This poem is so adorable. What a great story and what a well written, terrific poem. This poet has true talent, not only as a poet but also as a great story teller. Love this.
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.
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!
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