i was 4ever told to always count my blessings...
each and every day the sun was a shining..
for it was the golden message..
that every dark cloud had a silver lining...
never knew exactly that saying meant
until i was on my knee's
begging, with a heart full of plea's
praying, aloud, i lay there..exhausted and spent
as time and its odds were stacked against me
inhaling each breath
exhaling my own death........
I also think this poem is really so powerful and I can understand you trying to work with proverbs to get through life. Some proverbs clash with others. Great writing Krissi. 10 love Karin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh that was so touching my dear..