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Myasia Swain Poem
What is Christmas really about?
Is it about getting all these wonderful presents?
Is it about "Santa" coming to town to see who's been bad or good?
Is it about spending all this money we don't even have in the first place?
Is it about stressing to see if we got the things we put on our list?
Christmas to me is the birthing of Christ
Christmas is the most important day in the year for me
Christmas is the day we should all recognize if it weren't for the birth of Jesus we wouldn't be here
Christmas to me is realizing Jesus is the reason for the season
Often times the real reason of Christmas is twisted by society
Now a days Christmas is not even known as Christmas anymore they took the Christ out and made it X-mas
Christmas is about "Santa" right ?
Christmas is about (Christ)
Copyright © Myasia Swain | Year Posted 2015
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Memories ..
She looks down at all her scars all the memories slowly flood her mind.The thoughts of insecurity , never being good enough and low self esteem all take a toll on her. The thoughts come back of not being here anymore. Wondering will anyone notice or will no one care? Thought after thought cut after cut. Burning.. Blood dripping arms burning. The blades slowly begin to fall from my hands. Minds racing like a car wondering god why tf am I here ? .. Do I have a purpose ? because so fars its been nothing but hurt. Brokenness, Sadness , Memories. Will the blade ever get away ? Will these memories ever fade ? Memories …
Copyright © Myasia Swain | Year Posted 2016
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Myasia Swain Poem
Because I’m young..
Because I’m young I must not have feelings
Because I’m young I don't matter
Because I’m young my voice will never be heard
Because I'm young I don't know what true love is
Because I’m young I must be happy
Because I’m young I have nothing to worry about
Because I’m young I must be up to no good
Because I’m a young teenage girl I will always be judged
Copyright © Myasia Swain | Year Posted 2015
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Myasia Swain Poem
Happiness
to be happy is the state of being delighted, pleased, or glad.
but if you asked me what it is to be happy all I have to offer is the definition above.
when you think of an individual you would wish for them to be happy as I wish for myself.
but being happy or happiness unfortunately isn’t something that could be bought or brought to someone . if you allow the wrong people in , the happiness can fade for a long time, Kinda funny that , one cannot bring you happiness but one can definitely steal your happiness.
Happiness isn’t something you can touch, smell, physically feel, or purchase .. but happiness can be found.
Happiness is something I once had & felt , but in blink it was taken without even realizing , until happiness turned into numb.
Not really sure where to go to find it or even how to obtain it , I just know it is possible to one day feel. & I hope we reunite one day soon.
Happiness ...
Copyright © Myasia Swain | Year Posted 2020
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Myasia Swain Poem
I love you so please don’t slip away
I love you so please don’t let these things take you away
I love you so please allow your mind and body to be free
I love you so please don’t fall
I love you so please remember who to call
I love you so please don’t fall
I loved you ..
I loved you but you allowed things to take you away.
I loved you but you allowed your mind and body to be hounded
I loved you before you allowed yourself to fall
I loved you but you forgot who you were supposed to call
I loved you , but this isn’t you. so my love for “you” is gone.
I was devoted to loving you, I was the one who was supposed to be able to love you.
I was supposed to be the one to heal you
But because you could never love you , I will never love you.
Not by choice , but because you wouldn’t hear the words of my voice.
The epiphany is you is really me, well maybe the old me. I had more faith in you
Copyright © Myasia Swain | Year Posted 2020
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