Loss

Losing my soul

I feel it slipping through my fingers

I forget sometimes how to hold a pen

I remember the difficulty in breathing

Losing my grip

I watch my hands turn blue

I hate the way I methodically complicate things

I love my inner self, the one I cannot show

Losing my faith

I sense the itch in my feet to move forward

I see my life and all the paths ahead

I blind myself to the fortunes I could have

Author notes

Written on 1st August 2007 at 00:13 GMT

This is the first poem I have written in months. I took it from a mixture of a couple of challenges given to me in my contest: secrets about me and writing in the moment

In a list

A contest entry

Pre-Writes No One Has Read by ms-cuddles. 900 points, ended February 1, 126 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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ms-cuddles
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this was thought provoking. remin ded me of someone who had an accident and is now paralyzed. could be just me. nice write though. thanks for entering and good luck. hugs~ Cuddles