Sometimes I feel as though the world
will come to an end. Like this is all a dream
and I’m without a friend.
Sometimes I sit in my room
seemingly all alone, recalling long ago memories and all
I once had known.
I remember a time when I was naïve
yet truly happy. Before my world had come
crashing down all around me.
When I would climb the backyard tree
no matter rain or shine. Alone in my adventures, that world
I knew was mine.
When the greatest worry was
having to go to school. God knew I hated it,
it was just too uncool.
My childhood friends would
call me to play, in our imaginary world where dragons
roamed everyday.
Where I woke up every morning to my
brother, mom and dad, back when my world was simple
and things weren’t so bad.
But that life has come and gone, my world
is no more. I only have my memories of that life
I had before.
Now it’s as though I’m detached from my
very broken soul. Curtains expose the stage where I
play my written role.
But throughout this journey I’ve come across
a little bit of hope, giving me courage to stand my ground with
numerous ways to cope.
My brother, my world, my friend in
times of need. One of the few I trust, for him
I’d gladly bleed.
My art and writing, my great
aspirations. An escape I can find within
my creations.
Music holds a key, an inspiration
within the sound. The words give me comfort in this world
to which I am bound
Last but not least it is in God
I place my trust, to lead me through the darkness, I know
His love is just.
It is in these things I find beauty
throughout all the sorrow, walking across the battlefield straight
into the bleak tomorrow.
It is that long dark road I’ll keep walking
just for me, because this is who I am and
who I was born to be.
Author notes
Note: This is a very personal piece I decided to write around the meaning of "who I was born to be." To me it's not the future that gives us meaning, but the past struggles and sorrows you've endured, and the strength you find in even the smallest things to guide you along the way.
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Comments
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Isn't it a wonderful thing to be able to express our feelings through poetry? I can sense a lot of very strong emotions coming through in this piece. There are elements of loss, grief, shock, love, and I get a sense that you are trying to push onward through the darkness. Keep those thoughts flowing onto print Kimberley. It's good for the soul!
lotsa love ...
Kristina :- -
Beautifull
Dont know what to say kim, you have been a great friend for a long time now. This is so well written and so you. I love it, but always remember when everything goes dark and there seems to be no hope. We will be there for you!
Im forever with you! You are one of my best friends.
Love yah. Hugs and Kisses.
Sam -
Very good.
This is strong and emotional. It seems to come from deep inside. Well-written and descriptive. The imagery is great.
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