James Darwin Smith II

(10/6/74 / San Diego, CA)

From This I Must Always Fight to Win


When tides form from the ocean
As poetry becomes motion
I try to believe in miracles
As I try to live in my own peace

Yet, I become too cynical
Negative words becoming subliminal
As no one understands the way I truly feel

When tides fall out
And sand grows life
My memories grow inside
Trying to destroy them with all my might

As poetry becomes emotion
My heart becomes an ocean
I try to give out my true identity...

Of who I am
From words within
I write my own battles
I write in my own will
From this I must always fight to win

Submitted: Thursday, July 05, 2012
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I wrote this in 2005, This poem is important to me because I wrote it as closure from the worst heartbreak that I have ever had so far. Also I was recovering from pneumonia.2004 was just a bad year for me.2005 became better and this inspired me to feel better.

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