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Hope Eternal

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LACYDRAWERS

Published: Jun 3, 2009

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I am in a moment of my life
Feeling indecision and causing strife
Not knowing when or where to turn
all my thoughts begin to churn

Of my wrongs and all the rights
In useless days and sleepless nights
A tortured soul with angst to shed
Mixed emotions fill my head

I cannot grasp where I belong
In moments short or much too long
I need some strength to find a cure
To rid this blackness to make me pure

The beauty is there but I see it not
A page in time is not forgot
All rests within my heart that beats
Simple days of torturous feats

I step ahead but cannot move
Struck with fear in this endless groove
A hand I need to grasp in mine
with eyes of love that help to shine

A light within this darkest day
Enables me a better way
This poem, I know, sounds very sad
Cry not for me of moments had

For I am blessed in every way
And in this world I want to stay
Tis just that blackness creeps within
And turns my good into a sin

Of thinking less instead of more
Eating deep within my core
I fight and stand so tall and right
This day is just a glorious sight
It brings me peace and courage whole
That heals my thoughts and soothes my soul........

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rocamiadesign

Jul 3, 2009

I just had a day like this yesterday. My son put on soothing music, which helped. I'm still having those feelings, but it's not quite as bad as it was. It helps to know that I'm not alone with these thoughts.

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