1.2.3*(*(*(*my Life*) *) *) *3.2.1 Poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis
1.2.3*(*(*(*my Life*) *) *) *3.2.1
Back trackin' over all that's been goin' on
I use to have this and that and way too much of those
People can't seem to understand why I chose
To live without all of that stuff
The way I look at it, I wasn't happy
Life was just as tough
Hell I haven't changed... I still don't carry a purse
Why should I have to always explain myself
I'd like more than anything to put all worries and stress
on a shelf
Forget about the bad choices and the facts of life where I
look like a fool
Drown my memories of being an undesired woman in a
lake or pool
So many pictures of you and I ~ of what I use to be
The day I decided to shut that door
I became Free!
My inner light gives me the strength to continue to fight!
You once had me so afraid to see what was in front
Stayed well camophlaged with in this maze I created
You kept telling others it was just a phaze
If only you knew then, just how strong I built those corridors
You took me for granted as I was a grand collection
As if you were keepin' scores!
Today, tomorrow, and years to come
My heart wont be filled with all those unexplained fears
Some would say that I shine much brighter
Now that I've learned to put up my dukes and became a
Well known fighter!
Now every step I take, every move I make
I know that the ones I'm with aren't fake!
That's such a relief to know that
I now have faith in this belief!
Don't get me wrong, I still have fears way strong
Tears that I can't control
Times where I have to have help just to go for a quick stroll
Waking up due to nightmares of the past
A 'don't give a shit attitude', at last!
I'm definately not the same girl anymore
Life has sure put my heart in a tilt 'o' whirl
A continuous spin that makes me ill
Now I have to take so many damn pills
A life I wouldn't even want to put you through
Not complaining, don't take me wrong
Just tellin' it how it is
I call this lifa a bitter-sweet bliss!
Don't worry I'll keep you updated
Beginning to wonder if my names being over rated
And my words I jot down are marginally over stated.
You go girl! Fight it all the way...if you reach the point that you can't run anymore...we'll pick you up and carry you! ! Hugs and smiles coming your way to cheer your day! Dee
Let it all hang out Kristin, and get it off your chest. A marvellous way of clearing out all the old debris, and going in there fighting. Well done. Lovely read. Love and hugs, and prayers too. Love Ernestine XXX
KRISTIN...A RIVETING PIECE OF CRAFTSMANSHIP WITH AN OPENESS OF PERSONAL ABSOLUTE I HAVE NOT WITNESSED IN A LONG TIME...YOU ARE 'word', and you are not overstated, so don't ever go there...you are a poet, and a person of pure-soul, who speaks their piece to make their peace, like any poet of merit...don't know where your names over rated, but i can tell you where its not...right here at the hunt! your writing is your vent, & You are one of the fortunate ones, that know how to & with eloquent delivery...you are quite the firespark & thats why everything is going to be the way you want it to be...FRANK
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4/25/2024 8:50:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
That was a powerful, strong and inspiring poem. Great work Kris! ! ! Keep writing, Hugs, Rissa.