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Eight Years
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Eight Years |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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Eight Years~~ I feel like Cinderella 'though there's no Prince to be my prize. Waking up to thoughts each day, weary teared in eyes. Can't remember why it was, a time ago yet when Each day meant more than yesterday, no need there was for pen. Back then, I had a Father, one who doted upon with smile. No matter distance, sounded near, could lift me up awhile. Problems seemed to float away when phoned, his voice I'd hear. Not ever would there be a doubt that love could cure all fear. My Mother with him, lived in warmth, fifty years plus days. Retired to be with their friends in south east coastal ways. Sickness brought on suddenly, a nasty set of germs. Within a year all had changed, "impending death" talk terms. It was a time that changed my world, a selfish world I guess. Wanting to keep holding on, to youth, to love, success. As I wrote that all had changed, inside this talking head Words would struggle, darkness reigned and I Became, instead. I became this person who felt reined upon that year. Holding all together for the sake of family dear. Too young to know, the outcome of, the hurts that would divide Tearing me apart, each limb, 'til happiness had died. Trying to be "all things" here, a wife, a daughter, more, A caring sister holding tight to what was once before. It didn't work, impossible, the strength I had was gone. Deception now a part of life, and I became withdrawn. Then left again, another's steal, a temporary kill. I stood alone to fight the world and all its worthless ill. Doing things and saying things and acting out so strange. That even I could not believe how drastically I changed. Stood my ground and kept it all, but money, so what's new? The life I had was still in whorl with more to lose than two. The "C" word came after the "A", (abandonment) to pen. Wording more "releasing hurts" in honor of back when. As children, we were years apart, but later that dissolved. The sistering became us and together we evolved. Supporting one another until she no longer could. Waited death for one more day, until my birthday stood. Unselfishly, she'd do that, and I held her hand that night, Listening for each breath as I lay down beside the fight. For once again a loss would come, another change for me. Words would flow along with tears, I'd lost serenity. My Mother, how she managed, I shall never understand. The loss was more than I could take, so I take pen in hand. At times I write of "what ifs" and the hope I try to see. But most times shadows myst my view, I lost again that Me. My pet of years, left me behind, last summer was her last. I think of her and wonder if she sees those in my past. And now my tree, though not of blood, has been cut down in prime The one I wrote of (fantasy) for him, to make his climb. That Prince of peace, and loving touch, I wish for eyes to see To have again some comfort in this life's reality. For now I write of nothingness to while away the time, A Cinderella in my mind and words sometimes in rhyme. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Maureen, to be able to encapsule 8 years, here in this one piece is quite the feat. You have done a remarkable job and this has to be your best write as yet. This indeed is a keeper! Love the flow and rhyme, and the fact that you were able to keep the 'story' moving right along in the same tempo. Wonderful heartfelt write. Hugs and kudos to you sweet lady. In the midst of winter, |
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skyshine 
since 2002-02-07
Posts 3058Beneath the northern stars |
This is a very heartleft and powerful poem, nakdthoughts. Thank you for sharing your life with us!  ~sky I hope someday you get the chance to live like you were dying.... |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Nakedthoughts, I am so sorry that you have lost so much in eight years. In your sorrow, loss and despair, it is probably little or no comfort for me to say that to have so many losses, you must have had so much in the first place. However, if you can hold on to that thought, it may ease your pain a tiny bit, if only for a moment - and if we have the strength to cope with the moment, there is time enough to learn how to cope with the next. I am sorry for your losses, but envy what you had. Compassionate smiles - Owl |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"Trying to be "all things" here, a wife, a daughter, more, A caring sister holding tight to what was once before. It didn't work, impossible, the strength I had was gone. Deception now a part of life, and I became withdrawn." I think this verse says it all, for some. JL  |
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Skyfire
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
"Then left again, another's steal, a temporary kill. I stood alone to fight the world and all its worthless ill. Doing things and saying things and acting out so strange. That even I could not believe how drastically I changed."  you have no idea how much this entire poem resonates with me, this stanza in particular. No "words of advice", just comfort and then He created the horse... |
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kevinbrianwright Junior Member
since 2006-01-19
Posts 35NYC |
This is beautifully written, wonderful! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
 the pain is palpable... "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Thank God-ness for your ability to express yourself through the written word! Loving, Compassionate, & Understanding hugs, Linda |
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