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My spirit seems to be weeping, I know not why. Weakness draws me down at the end of the day. I fear the drudgery of day to day and week to year. My mind cluttered with thoughts from the past. Will this illness continue or quickly pass. Is it an illness of the body or the mind that I feel? It is the age of life that weakens me each minute. Is it the foreign objects that I digest to blame? I pledge each new day to feel more alive than before. I have obligations to others, ideas to share, learning. Where should my destiny take me upon the New Year? I fear not death; it is either the end or a new beginning. My worries and fortitudes shall end, upon my passing. That is why I fear not death only the means of my demise. Departure from the anguish and happiness I have endured. Shall never be shadowed by deaths end or new beginning, Departure or should it be a new adventure upon a rise, I have little control of when, only maybe the way I will die. For sure, no one may escape this option, this I know. That is why, I know fear, will not be the way I go. Looking for inspiration, I followed the contest link at poetry soup, It took 1 minute for the words to flow to which I had no idea exactly where it would end up or even what the title would be. I just allowed my feelings to flow outward and the above is the result.

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Date: 8/16/2009 4:36:00 PM
Different. Sara
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Date: 8/14/2009 2:36:00 PM
And the result is an insightful and thought provoking poem. Dealing with chronic illness myself, I can relate to your words. Good luck in the contest. Keep on writing! Karen
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Date: 8/14/2009 1:39:00 PM
Wow...a powerful flowing from the heart! What is revealed when we don't stop ourselves from censoring our writing can open us up and be a healing process....at least that is what I would like to believe! Very moving poetry! Love, Carrie
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Date: 8/14/2009 9:20:00 AM
Profound, indeed, Cecil! As a small child I feared death, but when I learned to believe it is a passageway to a better existence, the fear ended. It is your faith that helps you endure the struggles on this earth and gives you the power to await the next life with grace. We could have a long talk about this. We definitely are on the same page in this regard, dear friend. Love you! Carolyn
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Date: 8/13/2009 10:19:00 PM
Awesome, fear shall not be the way, I depart either. Sincerely Moses
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