Remission Poems - Poems about Remission

'I'M NOW IN REMISSION' Here's a message to my illness, you can go and yourself I'm the master of my mind when it comes to mental health Over the years you have put me through so much horrendous I'm the one who had the last laugh because I am now mentally fit You created a monster when you...

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I am working on remission. I am hoping for permission. To seek relief. From all this grief. Please be gracious. For my love is spacious. Please allow my hope to enhance. And for my condition to no longer advance. So that I do not have to sign. And relinquish what is left of my mind....

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My brain's in remission the last few days Nothing creative has evolved, nothing out of the haze Something needs oiling Some pipes need rejoining Needs to go to the shop to determine my malaise...

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Remission The living soft redwoods rose up into the furthest skies Rough dark brown and grey pines stood like warriors nearby The roads are always wrapped in blue and gray mist as large lumbering trucks and black Suvs swing by A young deer from the forest...

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I kind of getting in motion just to control my emotions. With every condition I find nothing but division in every portion. All positions seem to be out of proposition. In my proportion I am now in exposition, to win back my position. Eviction is what threatens my admission, From your diversion. But I can't lose my dimension of winning back...

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Lucky is the Patient The Doctor comes to tell Good news The scans Say Your Cancer has gone Your prayers have been answered You are in remission...

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girl in remission she laughs at each crashing wave today she is queen...

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Our psyches form an eerie mood; we hold the fearful, bated breath (the melancholy that makes us brood). We smell the scent of gloom's despair; we feel the menace of sudden death: how broken we just are to care! Thank God for him, the heaven's Lord; our fight with misery and pain ends with the gift of his great Sword; the tears...

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Birth begins the tragedy in us. Life's First sound is a blank scream Against sorrow's hidden portends of strifes All we know are mirages and dream. Mother took the news staring at the sky She must have cried inside For I have no evidence else. There's no why For it ... how my rage defied Her callous front ... he was her first...

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