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A rebirth to the unknown,
not much of a legacy,
but i have nothing left to give
nothing left to offer.
this life
less than I came into it
more than I am leaving with,
sometimes it’s what is
not said.
the pain I feel
a heart ache so strong.
the tug of being kept in the dark
like the ghosts in the shadows.
a pain so strong
that breathing hurts
knowing that i still live
that i am still...
a coward.
- COMMENTS
Dragon_SilverMoonalmost 16 years agoI know where the pain is coming from, when you write this. The fact that you decided to write this on paper instead of of all over your arms, I am thankful that you are NOT a coward but a very strong woman who, might have decided to take out her pain in other ways but I am thanful that you found your words instead of words that could be carved onto your skin.
LeBrozalmost 16 years agoVery poignant words; consider this, that living life and fighting to live is not the coward's route. Mechanisms for dealing with life's bumps vary with most options politely not spoken of until only in recent years, but they have been with humanity for as long as humanity's existed.
normal jeanalmost 16 years agoat the end. You are NOT a coward, to put your work up here for the world to see.
Anschulalmost 16 years ago...to face up to pain, stare back at it, and let it know you are better. I think you can be. Nice work.
KOLKOREalmost 16 years agoSomething to be said for pain and loss; for as long as you have them, you are still alive and probably still love this damn life. <P>
Another ‘biggy’ - being a coward of the unknown or perhaps: proceed carefully; what you don't know is critical to question but may also kill you... Socrates (another great ‘un –knower’) would have agreed for sure; I would have stuck with being a coward though, and left through the back door...
Thanks for a poignant existential piece, first thing in the weekend
