There is many story's that I will tell, my personal journey that I call hell.
No one can imagine the shit you go through when your life suddenly changes, you reach down deep inside yourself having your life taken away.
Then God grants you a gift and let's you stay, in your head things spin around.. in the darkness of your mind seeing visions you just can not explain.
Having your hearing taken away, suddenly realizing you are struggling to breath.. you can not move or even speak.
Feeling alone, no body is there and your feeling so very weak.. you find out that you are not alone.
Your family has fallen apart, you cry out 'How has this Happened' how did this hell ever start.
Then you feel a hand, a familiar voice they were always there.. the one's that you love and they love you to because through it all they never gave up on you.
Even when it seemed grim and they were losing hope, the bond was to strong to loyal the way family should be.
They did not leave me, they did not leave you... their devotion to all of us came shining through.
Going through our own personal hell, making decisions.. is this life or death. no one really was ready for the struggles our family was about to be put through.
The strength in every one of us, no matter what demons we each had to fight.
Together our love for one another, nothing could put out our light
Some of us are still working trying to get better but we will never be the same.
One thing I have learned when we come together we will always have that eternal Flame...
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Tammy Smith Sarazin (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is very personal, in 2021 my whole family fell apart. myself, my mom and dad all ended up in hospital I was pronounced dead but in a nut shell we are home but not well but you have to get through it no matter what.
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The phrase "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" although true seems just too glib sometimes. It doesn't tell of the suffering and despair we endure. But on the plus side it speaks a truth for the future. Yes our suffering do make us stronger and more learned, wiser.
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Glade you made it through with your lives, and now you can start the journey to recovery. After a life, especially one with enormous tragedy, one would think there’s something worthwhile on the other side of death, if it isn’t heavenly or something more pleasant then life as we know it, let’s hope it’s complete unconsciousness and that life actually ceases. Peace be still.
thank you for reading and your incredibly kind words
You only live twice comes to mind, that and resilience. I suppose in a way we take life for granted, till that day it all changes. Hope every day is getting better for you and your family. Keep writing, it's cathartic.
thank you for reading and yes I am getting better, learning to walk again, slowly improving although my dear mother is still bedridden
My daughter died aged 23 in 2008.
It changes you.
thank you reading, and I am so sorry for your loss
A very emotional poem. It shows how experiences change you , in a way it strengthens you as well as breaks you. The important thing is that you survive through it all!
yes, I thank God every day for my life. thanks for reading and your comment
Very emotive words Tammy, you have come through it though and will be stronger in your mind through that experience.
Andy
thank you for taking the time to read
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