My eyes open, again,
once again I wake.
Daily, I'm forced to breath,
breathing for breath's sake.
The darkness threatens to overtake,
swamping me in death's mist
everything in me strains and aches
wanting my demise to assist.
In the middle of my chaos,
I slowly become aware
of the world around me
and the beauty found there.
The wonder in my child's eyes,
the softness of his touch.
I strive to be worthy of his devotion,
to give up would cost too much.
I think of generations to come
and what I leave behind.
The legacy given to them
will be of my design.
A legacy of defeat,
of giving up, quitting.
That's not what they deserve
it's simply not befitting.
So I cling to the master's hand,
letting Him take over my fight.
At the end of the day He is the reason
I can find, through the darkness, the light.
A contest entry
- Protect Life by Arkbear.
3300 points, ended July 16, 2008, 30 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Powerful - what kind of legacy will we leave? If we "cling to the master's hand, letting Him take over (our) fight," we will be led to life and hope and that will be our legacy.
Beautifully written.
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Thank You!!
Thank You for Your entry: Breathing, for Breath's Sake
This piece tugged hard at my Spirit, I read Your words several times and what grabbed me was the reference: A legacy of defeat- for some reason that pulled and after reading verse: So I cling to the master's hand- brought much to my Mind's Eye-
Love the rhyme~I imagine there are others who could relate to what You speak- I'm Blessed You are here
Excellent Voice to Inspire
Powerful images You have brought forth
Thank You for sharing Your Heart also Spirit!
Best wishes to You in the contest Sweet Soul
**Judging will be done shortly...
Many blessings too
and much love & light~ Desire~*~
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Excellent I can feel you have been there or know someone you have lost. Great write.
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beautifl write from start to finish
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Excellent
Each of us are the hands he so directs to help one another .Each of us are here to show love so that no man walks alone. We all should do our part to keep our young free from drugs so that this love will be forever
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I like this. The last line has a misspelled word. I feel a gentleness and hope in this poem. Very soothing and encouraging. Shancy.
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Sometimes we need to surrender to the higher power ..
well writ!
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Nicely done. Now. you couldn't have written this without qualifications... Your pain is redeemed. legacy. beauty. Just have to train yourself to think of "my favorite things" and then I don't feel, so bad!
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thank you for your comments, although I do have to admit I don't quite understand what you mean by "just have to train yourself to think of my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad". It almost sounds as if you are trivializing this piece. If not, I apologize, please explain what you mean. Thanks
Kathryn
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