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Debra Young Poem
There was a time in the beginning
When everytime that I saw you
I pined
I yearned
Every breath I took, I took for you
Then we hit what I would call
The frustration stage of marriage.
Please don't think that I don't love you,
And please don't get me wrong
If we make it through this rough patch
It will make us both very strong
We hit stage three
Which is just basic confusion
Which way do I go
Which way do I turn
Do I stay and guess what is going to happen;
Or do I turn around and run away?
At stage four, we have now become way too routine,
Everything we do,
Everywhere we go.
I can now tell you when, where and for how long,
The same types of movies,
The same restaurants around town,
Week after week after week.
There has to be something that we can do;
To break this aweful streak.
At stage five, it becomes personal,
Almost comparable with the five stages of death.
You would then call this stage acceptance,
Which is why I will keep my word and make my stance.
Copyright © Debra Young | Year Posted 2010
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Debra Young Poem
There was an eight year part of my life
When my answer to any question that was asked of me was "I don't care",
I am very happy now to say that I have aged and have acquired a little more wisdom.
And my life goals and aspirations are no longer a stare.
I had truly hit rock bottom more than a time or two in my life
But I have had the courage and strength needed to climb out
It is no surprise that once your are out of the pit that you are scared
And may not possibly know which way to turn.
But if you keep God's strength, courage and hope in your heart,
that climb was something that you had earned.
All of my wrongs were put behind me
And I was given a fresh, new start
With that in mind, and starting over at forty
It was if God gave me a new heart.
Copyright © Debra Young | Year Posted 2010
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Debra Young Poem
On one dark Saturday night
That was supposed to be happiest ever
Turned out to be my worse nightmare
That in a just short time, went from Heaven to never
It was the night of my Junior Prom
And I thought I had the perfect date
I had one of the best dresses
And ended up getting raped
I felt guilty, hurt, dirty and betrayed
How was I supposed to show myself after this?
What did I do at the age of sixteen?
To deserve the trauma of what he called bliss.
Now that it is many years later
And I am wiser and grown
You are behind me, which is where you should be
And only my outward appearance is shown.
Copyright © Debra Young | Year Posted 2010
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Debra Young Poem
I think about you often;
Even when you go and hide,
I dream about you every night;
When you should be by my side.
Where are you when I need you?
Why are you staying in my dreams?
I need you beside me or in front of me,
Not behind me making me scream.
Pro-activity, Integrity
Intelligence, Confidence
Fortitude, Courage
Power and Strength
You’re inside me in my dreams;
Showing fear and being shy,
Come out where people can see you,
So I can live a happy life.
Copyright © Debra Young | Year Posted 2010
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Debra Young Poem
It was just a moment in time
When our eyes crossed paths
It brought a smile to our hearts
But we knew it would not last
You walk me to my car
And on the way, held my hand
You brought up emotions within me
That I did not understand
I questioned my motives
For I knew they were not right
I also knew the feelings were one sided
This made me see the other side
John is a very religious, very open man
He will always listen to you as well as be your best friend
Even though we had that one moment in time that I misunderstood
Our friendship will never end.
Copyright © Debra Young | Year Posted 2010
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Debra Young Poem
Every night I sit by my window,
Learning, yearning,
But not seeing anything.
It's light, but yet so dark.
Together, but separate.
I want to reach out and touch
Something,
Anything,
What seems so real
Is so fake.
Scared,
Alone.
I'm not alone.
There are others out there
Who feel just as I do.
And once we take that first step-
Everything will be all right,
Everything will
Come together.
Copyright © Debra Young | Year Posted 2010
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