Dawn -- if I took this poem and placed it next to (several) poems of mine from over the years, the similarities would be striking! You and I do the exact same thing -- while the specific events are not completely alike, our take on them and how we think them through, and then how we use poetry as our "counselor" remain awfully constant! I just went and chopped some of my older, darker ones down because I'm in a place where I am ready to start anew, and they were extraneous toxic waste! (I kept some -- they weren't all overly morbid!) If you ever want to talk, compare notes, need a shoulder -- you know how to reach me! My phone number works great too! (But if you prefer writing, I know exactly how that feels as well!)
You are a survivor, a triumph, a victor! Allow yourself to indulge in some of the "spoils!" You deserve them!
As the kid said, "God didn't make no mistakes. People make em." A tortured write, but therapy, nonteless.
Reviewed by Dan Zuewski (Reader)
Reviewed on July 18, 2004
Wow, you face some very conflicting emotions and somewhat confusing individuals, but you vent it quite well here... I feel the conflict and the confusion and the doubt in your words. I hope things improve for you! :)
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
Sepsis knocked her down and out. Faith, hope, and gave her the strength to get back on her feet. I am a Runner She fought the river of death They said she'd never run again
She proved them wrong...
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Thanks for sharing......
You are a survivor, a triumph, a victor! Allow yourself to indulge in some of the "spoils!" You deserve them!
{{{{{ Hugs }}}}}
~Namaste~
Sharon