Here I Stand Poem by Raven Rasputin
Here I Stand
Here I stand
I suffer
Of a disease that can't be named
And infection can't be blamed
For my brain is sick
With rage, and fear
Sickened by those who I am near
And ho! Alas! I did not pick
To be far from those who boost my health
And save my skin from my selfish self
To burn away this chronic tick
That burdens to bite my porcelain skin
Oh rumor, exempt me, forgive my sin
For though I still suffer
I cannot walk
I cannot stand
I crumple; I fall
I continue to crawl
An illness of the spirit, seems to me (far from loved ones who support us complicates life, no question) ... Recognizing that our mindset is wrong is the first step towards making it right... A very profound write... Welcome to Poemhunter, Kimberly! Chuck A. told me of your arrival; I do PIM as well. Esther : ]
I like the effortless rymes in this piece. Sounds like a nasty disease, maybe a walk by yourself in the Fall air will clear this case up. -chuck
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Great flow to this Kimberly, hopefully the process of composing this piece can ease the fear and rage that plagues the mind. Great write, and welcome to PH. Also another Pimmer, Justine - aka something or other Blue!