Jeanette Ozee Poet I do not know?

Living Ruins

In my life
I have seen many trails of tears
I have seen nightmares
And I beat the odds

The odds are still mounting
Everyday they grow
And I am tired
I do not think I can win this time

I was once a fierce person
I could do anything
I could survive anything
I was special

And things happened
Like beating an iron door with a hammer
Repeatedly beating to no end
Then dents appear

I am broken
My body is old like an elder waiting to die
It houses my spirit
But can no longer  protect

I live seeing through the cracks
Standing in the dust of the rubble
Supporting my sides with canes
Keeping my hands safe with splints

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Amy Swanson January 30, 2009 at 2:37 PM I loved the depth in this poem, and the imagery you paint for us is vivid. There is a sadness but you have written it beautifully. Blessings... Amy :)