No one wants to absorb the impact, we wish we could fall and stay intact. However a fatal fall lands exact, with nothing left to extract. I've been battling this high blood pressure for several years now, it's kind of hard knowing if you're winning or losing especially when the doctor tells you you're in the highrisk category, end of story, still surviving is my glory.
When we've already done fell
choices become heaven or hell
even this we can't truly tell
Next sensible thing is to opt for well
The bare fact is that we're still
surviving with a fall
Somewhere along the way we or
somebody else fumbled the ball
It might have been daddy and momma
or some other family trauma
either way a break is a comma
no break is a coma
but even a small break won't come
a bigger one is when we succumb
but who wants to die
so we continue to strongly defy
Give me some vanilla ice cream
and apple pie
If you see a tear who cares if you ask why
You know your goose is in the oven
yet you still sit in front of seven eleven
gobbling hot dogs and other snacks
knowing all the time that the grime reaper
is following your tracks
You've learned not to worry
but in the back of your head you know
that your death could come in a hurry
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(