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I'M Still Standing

There's a tornado called pain
That comes to destroy me
A hurricane called lies
To knock me off my feet
Thunderstorms called misery 
Trying to take a hold off me
Rains called evil 
That tries to consume me
But...
There is the sun called happy
To show me 
I'm still standing....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Watts Avatar
December 11, 2008 at 5:46 PM
i love this, Breana, good job. thanks for the comment on my poem ~Love Sammy~
Swanson Avatar
December 11, 2008 at 1:05 PM
Very beautiful poetry, and I love the end, because the speaker is still standing, no matter what! Very strong and leaves with a feeling of hope, great writing. God bless, Amy :)
Loving Iii Avatar
December 11, 2008 at 12:36 PM
you have to have a plan and will power. if he has an anchor baby this can be difficult and you may be traped. but if you connect your self to God or someone else. then you can make it. but the someone else is key. as long as your lonely he'll be welcome. do what other women do move away. if he comes to find you thenyou may want to consider keeping him.john
Cooper Avatar
December 11, 2008 at 12:30 PM
wonderfully said, bless you and thank you for sharing
Jenkins Avatar
December 11, 2008 at 11:33 AM
i read somewhere that even in ur dreams u r lost, but u navigated thru this poem perfectly-short and sweet, i really liked it.
Mayall Avatar
December 11, 2008 at 11:32 AM
i like....anna
Loving Iii Avatar
December 11, 2008 at 10:37 AM
your capturing me because i know you so well. you are me and i am you ; once apon a time. must look further. John H. Loving III
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