This is no poem
This boy,
Hes trying.
Hes trying to help me survive him, this, and the hell in its entirety.
Although I appreciate his assistence
and cant imagine doing things without his words and thoughts
I fear I am becoming too much.
And like everyone else
he will soon grow very tired.
I am learning to fix things on my own,
but my way isnt the most healthy
and seems to always serve to be the most self destructive.
But I try to escape myself, my injuries and my memories all too much.
My back is finally mostly healed.
P.S. Mother doesnt love me
I will actually write when I am closer to putting myself back together
Hes trying to help me survive him, this, and the hell in its entirety.
Although I appreciate his assistence
and cant imagine doing things without his words and thoughts
I fear I am becoming too much.
And like everyone else
he will soon grow very tired.
I am learning to fix things on my own,
but my way isnt the most healthy
and seems to always serve to be the most self destructive.
But I try to escape myself, my injuries and my memories all too much.
My back is finally mostly healed.
P.S. Mother doesnt love me
I will actually write when I am closer to putting myself back together
posted by Ischelle at 23.6.07
14 Comments:
To: You
From: William Ernest Henley
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Don't give up. Never give up.
You sound stronger already to me. I hope you keep striving for better for yourself. You're extemely talented and this world needs to have your voice in it.
With love, hugs, and many prayers,
Sara
Ischelle, thank God that you're healing at all. And if one person who helps you gives up, never give up on yourself. Stay strong, and survive all who try to crush you - don't let them win. Don't let them deprive the world of your voice. Remember there are those who care. Hang onto that.
i love the second stanza...it liberates the poem, the reader and I am sure the poet, my friend ischelle, has found her wings again.
i miss you my friend. i do not believe in relationships. sometimes filial attachments too can leave us wordbound. life still is wonderful. there is love everywhere.. aand it is for you.. all of it.
your friend
shakir
Stopping in to say Happy Fourth of July. I am thinking of you, as I think of freedom, and wishing you all the best.
those who care, dont grow tired, simply because its not their job to care but their concern-their own choice. those who are there in hardest times, will always be there.
its time for you to prove to them that you care equally for them.i know you are trying and by doing so- you are thanking everyone for their acceptance and guidance.
keep it up.
Stopping by again. I hope you are safe and happy today. Wishing you all the best.
Hugs,
Sara
Just wanted to say I am praying for you, Ischelle.
ischelle you are always in my thoughts...i miss you....life is what it is .. it can not be taught and it can not be learnt but there is love and there is god.
yuou are my hero ...
Stopping by again to say I think of you and your struggles.
Hugs and love,
Sara
my freind i miss you ..i think of you always.
love
shakir
where are you ischelle...come back ischelle...i miss you my friend
I hope you are doing well.
Ischelle, I hope and pray that you have healed, that you are living safely somewhere, out of the reach of those who would harm you, and that you do not post only to keep them from finding you. But I fear the worst. Know, if you read this, that those who have been touched by your poetry will not forget you.
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