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Stuggling For Today

The start of a new day,
Memories fading to the past.
I'm still gripping tight to hope,
For the chance of tomorrow
Being a better version of today.

Breezes bringing on chills,
Slices of hope taken out,
Losing dignity and losing faith.
She's preaching for tomorrow
While I'm struggling for today.

Breathing through a tube
Isn't my idea of coping.
So take me off life-support,
I can't be any more dead tomorrow
Than I am today.


Another foot further
And I'm hovering over the ledge.
On the border of the horizon
I see the forecast for tomorrow
Is no less bleak as today.

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  • Maedes
    October 30, 2008
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    that little hope - will make you survive
    hope all the best


  • Ravenblood
    October 21, 2008

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    Awww .my baby Girl. I'm so proud of you. (sorry. Random expelling of emotion pouring out here). Such a lovely and sad poem, so very sad but uplifting. And this is why I love reading your poetry. It has a sense of finese. (hopefully I spelt that right). Anyway - the most heart breaking part was this:

    "So take me off life-support,
    I can't be any more dead tomorrow
    Than I am today."


    Maybe thats because it's in italics but its very sad.. but then you make me feel all better with the suggestion of hope and all while your talking about weather.


    Love you so much my scruffles.

    Foreve.

    XoXo Claire-Anne XoXo


    • Girl With Guitar silver member
      October 21, 2008
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      Omg there is lots about weather. This I did not realise. But I'ma say I totally meant it, it's a metaphor.
      Thanks for the lovely comment dear.
      Much love.


  • trekkergirl
    October 21, 2008

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    This is a very deep poem. Anytime one speaks of sufferring in my eyes it is deep. And when you speak of choices... life or death. It is always hard. To be taken off a breaking tube (aka vent) is a serious consideration. I had my mom on the vent recently when she had open heart surgery. She was only on a very short time and I know that this was the hardest part of her recovery for me. Affected me seriously. Great write great job

    • Girl With Guitar silver member
      October 21, 2008
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      I've never actually been on life-support, not literally. It's actually just a metaphor here but I imagine it would be horrible to go through for those involved.
      I'm sorry about your mom and hope she's okay now. Thank you for the read and lovely comment.

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