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tim's Bits and Pieces - 35. What I Leave
And for those who have asked why I chose not to write for NaPoWriMo, it is because i've found rather than it being a good thing for prose (possibly), for poetry it is not. Poetry should not be a job, it should not be forced from the poet like so much squeezey cheese from a tube. What comes out is usually not worth tasting or reading, as the case may be. Poetry is like fine wine, it should be written with love, and not because 'I need to write one for today'.
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Into life we are thrust, not at our choosing
The voices of others shape us and teach
But inside there we are; alone and growing
So much turmoil … who do we believe?
How do we become who we are meant to be?
How do we learn to trust our own voices?
Often, we take the wrong road, losing ourselves
And lives we thought would last forever, do not
They do not, and we pass from this place alone
What will be left of me, when I’m gone?
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And around me the walls that protected me, crumble
The evil seeps out of the failing mortar
And I stand watching as it happens
Unable to feel or breathe; monsters claw at me
And I am tired of fighting them and the world
Never has my soul been at peace, never is it quiet
The ones the wall held back have found me now
Spectors all, looking for their pound of flesh
Payments that are owed
Only one currency is accepted here
—a beating heart
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And as I await my end own end of days
There you are, always; with open arms and sweet kisses
My tears you wipe away and my fear you take from me
Then there is hope
For a day
Or a week
Before I again falter; teetering on the abyss of my life
Waiting always, waiting for the end
But light filters through, and I do know what happiness is
And I feel joy
For a day
Or a week
These are the patterns of my existence, of my time here
One day I will be gone from this place and from you
And all that will be left of me is this
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