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Rachel Stacken Poem
A Hero to most is a fairytale thing . . .
So unbelievable most don't believe.
But lucky for me . . .
I have gotten to see
A HERO defined only by me.
A man so strong . . .
To lift the weight from my shoulders so I can breathe.
A man so courage's . . .
As to walk down a dark path with my hand in his
A man so fearless . . .
That only he can comfort my biggest fears.
A man, who from the beginning . . .
Said yes when everything else said no
A man, who appeared . . .
When I thought, I was all alone.
A man with a heart so warms . . .
That with only his kiss I was brought back to life.
A man who can brighten . . .
Any day with his smile.
A man like no other . . .
My world he soon became.
He was unexpected...
A gift he was ment to be.
An angel undercover . . .
A man like no other.
He became an important piece in my life's puzzle.
He opened my life to a belief I never thought was real.
I never believed in fairytale...
Till the day you walked in.
For my Hero has come...
My HERO defined only by me.
By:Rachel Stacken
Copyright © Rachel Stacken | Year Posted 2007
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Rachel Stacken Poem
A Chance
Everyone has a story . . .
No of which are the same . . .
Most of those that past through this place . . .
Are of sorrow and shame.
Is there a life without this heartache? ...
Without this pain?
I don't know how to live by me alone . . .
There was always someone to give me a home.
Never knowing how to live by me alone.
My road once traveled . . .
Had suddenly come to a halt?
Because of the decisions, I once had made.
Now no where to go . . .
It was me I had to face . . .
This person I had not really known.
Left to make it on my own . . .
Never did I expect to end up at this door.
I’m lucky to have been blinded . . .
By the reality of it all.
The future staring at me . . .
In it I must survive.
My heart knew how it felt . . .
There was no mistaken . . .
That it felt forgotten.
But something deep inside of me . . .
Was earning to get out?...
A feeling I now realized . . .
I could no longer hide.
I had no choice but to survive . . .
That road I once traveled . . .
I could no longer lead . . .
Not sure which direction I needed to go.
The first night I came here . . .
I said a little prayer . . .
For a piece of mind that someone was still there.
And at that moment I could’t believe . . .
A piece of mind had come to me.
I came to the mission without a choice . . .
But I left here with a chance of my own.
By:Rachel Stacken
Copyright © Rachel Stacken | Year Posted 2007
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