The path of life is divided
After my dad's untimely passing
My mind became a barren land
No thought process could compute
No action could complete
I had to leave my place of work
I shouldn't have driven
I just couldn't function
The bottle was calling
My face awash with tears
I'm of strong character
I resisted the temptation of oblivion
I didn't allow the evils to consume me
I clawed my way back to reality
Through hours of a patient ear listening to my wails
I returned to work
A shell of a being of the person I was
As much as I loathed verbal exchanges
With strangers
I continued with determination
Many many years later
I'm a changed person
I forge my way through with positivity
I enjoy time with those who understand me
I have found a way to voice my life
Through the art of putting pen to paper
And I Won't let the buggers beat me....
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'I forge my way through with positivity
I enjoy time with those who understand me
I have found a way to voice my life
Through the art of putting pen to paper
And I Won't let the buggers beat me....'
Awesome!
what great energy to put out into the world, worded so relatable and sincere!
thank you for sharing, dear poet
Erm, yes, we have to watch out for the b*****s in life!
The wonders of what poetry can do for us with its cathartic ways. More especially joining in with the spirit of other poets who have trod a similar path of life, wherever they may be along that path, can be a reassuring, comforting place to be.
Powerful write BusyB. In spite of the pain of the passed you have shown your resilience and come forward as a stronger person and that strength will always be with you taking you into a better time. Well done.
Andy
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