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As a child I was a uncontrollably epileptic and I started writing to deal with the bullying that my peers choose to put on me. I was eight years old when I wrote my first poem and I shared it with my father from then on he was my encouragement. He use to tell me I was an old soul with strength he wished he had.when I was 15 I had brain surgery to help control my seizures I still take medication for them but doing well. Sometimes my wording and spelling are off please forgive me for that it's a side effect from the surgery.  I lost my family within a 8 year period. My sister in 2002, my father in 2007 and my mother in 2010.So my poetry tends to be more depressing then happy. I guess that pretty much sums it up thank you for reading.

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Blog Posted by Jessica Zorn : 8/6/2016 7:45:00 PM
    I'm going to tell you a story about a girl who had to be strong,when all she wanted to do was hide from the world.One day in mid May she received a phone call that changed her life forever. The voice on the other end of the line said"Your father is on a ventilator and they don't think he is going to make it."Full of disbelief she hung the phone up,walked into her baby's room and held on to him for dear life. With thousands of thoughts racing through her head all she could do was pace back and forth to keep from going insane with worry.
   After what seemed like an eternity she finally made it to the hospital. As she walked down the dimly lit hallway to his room her heart racing faster with every step of the way. The curtain pulled back and there he was,so unrecognizable she still couldn't get her head around what was happening.The man who taught her how to walk and swim. Taught her how to be open minded and think for herself.
  The anger bubbled from the pit of her soul as she waited to be alone with him.When she finally was the words sprayed out of her like venom.The selfish "how could you",and "you can't do this to me",along with other colorful words fell out of her mouth.She silently screamed,the echo rattled her bones to the marrow.Trying with all her might to regain her composure,so she could sit beside him. She walked around the bed to the single chair sitting on his left side.As if it was sitting there just for her.
     She sat and watched his chest moving with the static of the machines in the background.While mustering all the courage she could to reach for his hand.As she went to grab it the overwhelming sense of dread filled her heart.The working hands of his once so warm had become ice cold.
    Trying to find the words that eluded her mind and mouth. The gravity of situation finally set in, the realization of what had to be done hit me like a plane falling out of the sky on top of my already broken heart.I held my fathers hand and told him that I forgave him for everything that may have been bad or wrong.I said I was sorry for everything bad and wrong that I did,and I knew that he forgave me. I stood up still holding his hand,I kissed him on the forehead and I whispered "I love you daddy so much. Go be with Stephanie."His heart stopped as soon as those words left my lips. A chill ran down my body and he was gone like that.This was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life.Thinking back to my childhood all the poking and prodding even all the nasty testing I went through didn't compare to the pain of this moment. Today my father would have been 59 years old. 
           Written on February 11/2016


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Date: 8/7/2016 4:28:00 PM
Jessica nice to meet you...thanks for sharing your first blog... a moving and touching story. Linda
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Date: 8/7/2016 11:25:00 AM
very moving tear here as well
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Date: 8/7/2016 9:15:00 AM
Hi Jessica, First of all I want to say I'm so sorry for your loss. My deepest condolences. You wrote a heartfelt story about a diffult time in your life. It moved me and brought tears to my eyes. It caused me to think about the day that I lost my dad. Thanks for sharing such a personal blog:-) Alexis
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Date: 8/7/2016 6:00:00 AM
Dear Jessica, Please separate the paragraphs with spaces to improve readability -- especially if one is using a phone, tablet or telepathy. Thanks in advance -- and, sorry for your loss. :-(
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Date: 8/7/2016 2:45:00 AM
Don't listen to Rubén or Becca, ...that little change adds an impact to the read, ..it personalises it with a hammer, ...technical specification sits nice in " car repair " manuals....your change did exactly what you wanted....it made the story come alive with reflection.....well done...I got it straight away....lol...Markian Trench-guy
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Date: 8/6/2016 8:05:00 PM
Touching story!!!! I'm elated that you were able to have enough strength to share it amongst the Poetry Soup Family....thank you for this blog post!!
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Jessica Zorn
Date: 8/6/2016 8:34:00 PM
Thank you.it was difficult sharing something so personal. But I am not healing if I keep it to myself so I am grateful for the outlet

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