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Abandoned
Contributed by
OzChick
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Thursday, 24th November 2005 @ 06:28:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I feel so alone, a bit lost and afraid.
So many have left, though I wish they had stayed.
But what will wishing get me, when all is said and done?
What is the use of praying when the Gods will have their fun?
No wish can make the heavens fall or make the earth stand still.
No wish can change the past, or heal someone whos ill.
Wishing will not help me now that all is said and done.
Too many have left me, too much has gone wrong.
For ever so long I have been in this rut.
Beginning to wonder if Im all out of luck.
But somehow I must dig myself out of this hole.
Put back the pieces that make me up whole.
Ive done it before, I can do it again.
I just have to remember where to begin.
Find my way back to the path I was shown.
I just wish that I didnt feel so alone.
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Re: Abandoned
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by Zanobia on
Thursday, 24th November 2005 @ 11:39:10 PM AEST
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i think we all have to do that after all of that death. well im sorry and ihope u do come out of your rut.
may god be with you
_zanobia
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Re: Abandoned
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by deadheadpoet on
Tuesday, 6th December 2005 @ 02:06:07 PM AEST
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Okay now I am starting to fall in love with your writes. We sound like we have had some similiar rocky paths we've stumbled down. I lost my father at age 9 and my beautiful mother and best friend at 18. All my grandparents were deceased by the time I was 19. I used to be so friggen angry all the time. Hated everyone who had a big family. I love how at a young age you are already positive. It took many years of anger, therapy, love to get me to start healing from the pain of their lose. I loved these lines in your piece:
But somehow I must dig myself out of this hole.
Put back the pieces that make me up whole.
I've done it before, I can do it again.
I just have to remember where to begin.
Wow....you are brave, and remember you are never alone. Peace to you, Laura |
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