Have you ever viewed life from the other side...same place as suicide...no way to break free...no where to run , no place to hide...you were your worst enemy...held hostage by your own self...this was the worst you ever felt...so confused and mentally drained...searching for a solution to stop all the pain...deep down inside you didn't want to die...just wanted to wave your cares goodbye...a small voice within , wouldn't leave you alone...so you found strength to still hold on...while others thought you were weak...you found out that day , that you were strong.
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tretre says: I love this poem, We have all be there before. We've all felt like giving up at some point in time with someone or something. At these times is when we find that we are strong then what we give ourselves credit for. I hope you don't mind me sharing this poem. Keep that pen movin CatMartan!!!!! |
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catmartan says: Thank you so kindly ! Feel free tretre |
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2b2b2 says: Indeed......SUPERB Share.....I like this very uplifting offering....thanks for sharing!! |
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hymnagen says: Empathetic character is a divine gift. This piece says you know how to embrace and use yours. Loved it |
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