Stacy George

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I walk alone.
Me, my soul, mind, and body.
There is an inferno of turmoil directed
at us for what we have become.
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As agony baths heaven

the laughter is lingering on winds disdain.
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Here I write,
Being a vessel to the word,
Which houses the feelings of my soul.
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Looking forward we forget to see what it is we have left behind.
Strange as it seems our acts shall carry us into a future of uncertainty as a rising difficultly will surly follow.
Here within how do see ourselves for who we are Merely Humans.
Then there is no more we are nothing less the whole of our souls.
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As we fulfill of our hope, compassion abandons us,
the mind is running and never looking back
as body responses in kind.
But the Heart, now the Heart is always looking back.
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Tasting the desolation upon the lips,
touching the cold skin,
seeing a chill deep within the darkness of the eyes so cold and hard.
The trust sweet and fragile,
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Disappointments and frustrations are the vessels consuming
every waking thought.
Wrestling with the currents from the gates of Hell.
Swallowing the rusted chewed up memories of the silence as
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Floating upon the consciousness of time
as a chill of the pale wind
caress the mind.
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His word of determination is divine
as outside rages want to rule the mind
invoking compassion shall calm the soul.
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As heaven gazes
upon the soul
happier times await.
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Love of the compassionate heart
invoking desires of the soul for a lifetime.
From their purest of love to there sweetest
of desires is a lifetime of love.
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Stacy George Biography

Few will have the greatness to bend history itself; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total of all those acts will be written the history of this generation. Robert F. Kennedy My Disabilities they are many, can't you see! There many types of disabilities physical, learning, traumatic brain injury, and countless others... But mine is a tale of a TBI, the kind where you become one of the forgotten... I incurred my Traumatic Brain Injury on a cold February night on my way to get a pack of smokes', never to realize how true it was, Smoking Can Kill You... It has cost me dearly; but at the same time given to me wonderfully... Recovery, what a question, one with which I have not an answer... I do believe however life to be a prolonged recovery, just not set within a frame of time, but a ligament life long comment to knowing my deficits and playing to my strength's... I must endeavor to preserver throughout a lifetime of hardships... No one ever said life was easy, only that difficulties exist within... Without tragedy life would be a dull bore and at these times our character is tenuously tested, such events are not hoisted upon our shoulders unless we are capable... My accident has inspired me to engage life with all its frailties... I would not have missed any of this great journey...)

The Best Poem Of Stacy George

Alone I Stand

I walk alone.
Me, my soul, mind, and body.
There is an inferno of turmoil directed
at us for what we have become.
This is neither a wanted change nor a needed response.
Yet therein lies the devil in waiting,
those who are not nor cannot concern themselves us.
It is a burden to be our friend in this hour of need.
Amazing the true colors they only show under such duress.
So here I stand alone just me and my disability.

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