Walking Dead

Christmas and birthdays have now past. The hustle and bustle is now done The pain in my heart still does outlast, Even though another year has begun. Another year for me to grieve, Another year for me to get through. No longer the mom that is so naïve, Yet my dreams I still pursue. There are times I just feel That I am going through the motions. Nothing I do seems real, Yet tears shed can fill all the oceans. One day down and now there is tomorrow For it is a day to really dread As I am still so full of sorrow And now I am the walking dead. Yet, as dead as I am I can still move on Knowing I am no mild lamb, Yet my children are still gone. Maybe tomorrow something will change Maybe, just maybe, I can smile more And not seem ever so strange Nor, hopefully, others I no longer bore. I know I am a contradiction Wanting more and grasping straws Yet always speaking with conviction Even though I am still so very raw. Tomorrow is an entirely new day Yesterday is now long gone I shall continue to daily pray While trying not to be withdrawn. Yet, I am who I am This agony I will try to shed As tomorrow comes like a ram I pray I am no longer the walking dead.

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John Loving Iii

Date: 2/17/2010 6:41:00 PM

if you wer'nt so down you could'nt have writen this. not many would have read and droped tears as the words mirrored their emotions and they sat down to write also in journal or poetry. pehapes their words of being worse off will comfort you. count your blessings. john

Veronica Joseph

Date: 1/29/2010 1:23:00 PM

There is nothing more than the journey of yourself. Ignore all those who warn you not to be selfish and be you, work on you and your life will unfold with God's grace and you will have peace beyond measure.