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Stephanie Toothman Poem
Truer words have never been spoken
As in the story I have to tell.
Of a woman’s nine month journey
And her emotional trip through hell.
Now this woman was in shock, of course
When she found out she was with child.
This state of shock, to say the least,
Was anything but mild.
For this woman, herself, was a child
At the age of only eighteen.
With termination out of her head
What she must do was eventually seen.
She knew she couldn’t support a baby
Out there on her own.
Even though her family promised
That she would never be alone.
And so the woman’s search began
Then she came to her final option.
Knowing it was for the best,
She decided on adoption.
She knew it would be difficult
To be so far apart.
Away from something that she loved
And would always miss in her heart.
With emotions running mad
She somehow found a friend.
At Mother Goose Adoptions
Her troubles would soon end.
For it was there that she met Dawn
The woman sent to her aid.
When Dawn told her how things worked
Her troubles began to fade.
Dawn reassured the woman
That the couple would be the best.
Because it was the woman’s job
To choose a couple better than the rest.
So she began to look through profiles
Then she stumbled across a pair.
From down within the Southern states
Who were full of love and care.
The woman knew they were the ones
Within the blink of an eye.
Yet for some odd reason
She still wanted to cry.
For she knew deep down inside
This was something she’d never forget.
Because the thought still picked at her
If this was something she might regret.
Though she had her reasons
Some more obvious than a few
She knew this was something that must happen
For the benefit of you.
Your happiness and well-being
Are all that this was for.
Though it was for the better
The woman’s heart, this tore.
I pray that you are smart enough
To see what you must see.
For if you haven’t guessed by now
The woman is none other than me.
I wish I could express in words
Just what I’d like to say.
I wanted you to know the truth
And this was the best way.
Remember that I do love you
And that I’ll always care.
And if you ever need something
I’ll drop everything just to be there.
This story is not over
Though this poem will now end.
For as you sit here reading this
All my love I do send.
Copyright © Stephanie Toothman | Year Posted 2005
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Stephanie Toothman Poem
My heart is broken.
I am a miserable, lost soul swimming in a world of darkness;
trying to find a piece of myself that has been torn away from me.
I am blinded by emotions.
Unable to regain control of the irrational fantasy world I have built for myself in order to escape a harsh, ironic, and bitter -sweet reality that the rest of you call life.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
I am a shell that was once truly alive.
I have been left empty.
Taken out like trash on a Thursday night.
I was once a person, but I have been destroyed by this cruel thing that is called life.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
I have fallen victim to the cruelty of the human race.
I am ashamed by myself, but more so by others.
The truth is much too vicious and vulgar to accept it as what it really is;
A part of this thing you call life.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
It is said that ignorance is bliss.
That explains why the rest of you walk around thinking you are happy.
You are blind to the severity of the truth that surrounds you.
I am not the only one who had created a fantasy world for myself.
The rest of you are just too caught up in your worlds to even realize that another world exists;
The real world.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
Your “God” is nothing more than an illusion;
Created by the twisted minds that came before us as an arrogant joke.
Used for the soul purpose of making you feel better about yourselves and to repent for your so-called “sins”.
Just another part of this thing you call life.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
I’d rather walk around for the rest of my life thinking I know the truth,
when in all actuality there is no such thing.
It is but a figment of my imagination.
A part of my fantasy world.
And this thing that I call truth is extremely different than the thing that you assume is the truth
in this thing you call life.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
There is a fine line between genius and insanity.
I am unable to figure out which one of these applies to me.
Maybe both; maybe neither.
As I said before, ignorance is bliss; and you all couldn’t be happier.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
Copyright © Stephanie Toothman | Year Posted 2005
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