It's Not Goodbye Poem by Shelley L Baxter

Yes, I have seizures but don't look at me that way,
don't feel sorry for me I'm Not going away.
I have so much living to do and it's not goodbye...
I run, I play, I laugh, I cry til I sigh.

The sympathy you show does not help me at all,
that sad look in your eyes makes me feel small.
I know that you Love me and that you care,
that when you stroke my head it's my pain you wish to share.

My torture can not be shared Mom and Dad don't you see?
Though you are caring and watching over me,
still my brain stutters, stalls and sometimes I fall...
as a young teen, all I ask of God is for more Life, thats all.

Everyday as I play or I'm riding the bus to school,
my mind gets flooded with thoughts that arent cool,
visions of me slipping away again-now I'm crying....
though my Smile and words are mostly cheerful...I fear I'm dieing.


(Written September 8th 2007 for a very sweet young man named Arshdeep...)