Peace
Sometimes the struggle is long
Searching to find there's some peace.
Sometimes you have to be strong.
It seems there is never release.
Old, young, or yet still unborn
Out into the mystic ran blind.
Leaving us standing to mourn;
Hoping the ones left behind
Find peace.
A contest entry
- A Cruel Part Of Life. by Poetryintheblood.
900 points, ended August 6, 2008, 8 entries
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Excellent
Oh, it makes a real difference - to read this poem first thing in the morning! Now, I can start the day with, er...some peace (am I not the one left behind? lol)
So heartfelt, and honest - I loved this one very much. Congrats, friend
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I guess if you're reading it
you must be. Thanks.
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It's so hard to know what to say.
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Thank you for your beautiful words of comfort at this time, Josie
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You have penned such beautiful words, bound to touch their hearts.
Linda
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A really beautiful write. I hope the poem itself will bring peace to Poetryintheblood and her family. This is such a dignified tribute.
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Thanks.
Sometimes it takes so long to find peace in life, but I'm sure no one intends to leave behind anything else; especially a child.
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