This is a beautiful poem with an important message: You are not what you own, You are what you do with your short time on this earth.
I can relate to the poem because that's how my life has been. I've tried hiding from the world several times. I was never popular in school. I've tried killing myself several times because I thought the world would be a better place without me. But Rev. Ford and First Lady Ford, our new pastor and First Lady at the church I go to, helped me turn my life around.
Great poem. It's very insightful. Each of us is different with ourselves and our experiences. It is understandable that we all hurt and don't want to engage. Trust in something greater is like the hope of the hopeless at times. I like depth of meaning, and too often the world is so shallow. It is also a world of contrasts like belief in mastery of oneself and yet the need to surrender. Strange isn't it?
I've been reading these heart wrenching stories. I have one also but from another perspective. I may lose my beautiful, smart, great niece that I have raised for 12 years. We were thrown together when she was very small by parents doing drugs, fighting around her, and going to jail. They always stayed just enough in her life to keep her upset. Twice her mother took her and ran, making her miss her kindergarten class and special events she had been looking forward to. Fast forward ... she is beautiful, fun, and smart. She has been enrolled in private school all her life and is looking forward to 7th grade. Now her mother wants her back and is taking me to court. She says she has been anointed by God. It was only about 2 years ago that this anointed person was sleeping with her pastor, and the pastor's wife came home and caught her in her home. She had ask to have Abby that weekend, and Abby said the three of them were in the bed together. Cannot bear to lose her. She is my daughter.
I just lost my boyfriend to a fight with diabetes. I can relate to the poem. It's everything I feel and wonder, both in my head and out loud.
I drink and do drugs every day. I embarrass myself on a regular basis. I get wasted and out of control. My physical appearance has gone downhill. I was known for being beautiful. Now I can barely bring myself to bathe. My hair is in mats. My arms have pick marks. I have huge dark circles. I used to have friends. Now I'd rather be alone. I don't know what to do. I'm going to lose it all, and I can feel it slipping away every time I pick up that bottle or that drug.
My name is Izzy. This is exactly how I would explain my life. I'm 12, and I've had depression and anxiety for 4 years now, almost 5. I thought I was the only one my age that was like this, but I read some other stories of people, and now I know I am not alone in this world. I always cry myself to sleep, but now that I have seen all these poems, I've started to write my own. That helps a lot.
This was really nice. I write poems as well. I showed my poem to my best friend, thinking she would be happy seeing those, but she was jealous. She copied my poems and she tells everyone that she is the writer of those poems. I can't do anything...but the trust has decreased.
I lost my sweetheart in an accident in April 2017. She was only 27 years old. Akua Afriyie, I don't know how to live without you. Life is so dim. It's been over a year, and it's not getting any easier. I miss your laughs, I miss your life, I miss your smell, I miss you. I can't stop the tears. Forever in my heart, Akua.
Great poem, I don't know anyone who doesn't enjoy some kind of music, some people enjoy all kinds of music, it is such a beautiful gift so soothing, so healing and so universal, I grew up with music all around me and until this day , my oldest son is a musician, not of one kind of music but many types, I love the way this poet expresses what music does for the mind, body and spirit, thank you for sharing! I really enjoyed your poem!
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