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THE DAY I DIED
My eyes opened as I rise from sleep of death
Resting on my couch from stress of MS
Much pain from earlier in the day
Peace and wonderment was all I felt
Staring at space above me, I wondered in my mind
How my eyes suddenly opened
How manner in which my lashes stood up
From a sleep that proved to be precious
Suddenly, my heart embedded in my chest
Fluttered as a feather's touch on a calm day
My heart silently beat on, my breath of life returned to me
As God smiled at me once more
Feeling renewed I studied my accounting homework
My thoughts came back to me with clarity, and
I finished chapter four in excitement short-lived
I missed deadline to submit as it was returned unaccepted
I knew from then on, I was resurrected
By The Almighty above, but why?
I did not understand then, but was told by one
I'm here for my kids who still need my loving care
My family at Neopoet is my closest friends
There is not one I would not have missed
As my flesh fell to corruption, and
God's spirit, the breathe of my life, returned to him
Tired, still feeling pangs of a painful life
I carry on never giving up on this unrealistic world
Moving forward accomplishing my goals to aid others spiritually,
Graduate college, and help develop Neopoet as best workshop on the net
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Inet is short for Internet
Style/Type: Structured: Eastern
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Geremia
13 years 9 months ago
Well said. YOU DESCRIBED IT
Well said. YOU DESCRIBED IT ALL SO WELL, Life fnds a way.The answer to all affkiction is to live and do.
joe
Barbara Writes
13 years 9 months ago
Thanks Joe
I appreciate your comments.
introvert
13 years 8 months ago
Hi,
Glad you not giving up, because as much as you living for your kids they also living for you.Nice work.
Barbara Writes
13 years 8 months ago
thanks introvert
i feel like the kids live for my ability to be there as slave waiting by the phone to do whatever they say. lol
Barbara Writes
13 years 8 months ago
thanks Rosi
friends and family and Neo friends does make a difference when the hard days are attacking.
your suggestions are welcome though i had to release these feeling in poetry as another way of dealing with this and some that is so insensitive at times it almost impossible not to feel like giving up.
Barbara Writes
13 years 8 months ago
thanks
these were very helpful