Tattered Posted January 26, 2005 Report Share Posted January 26, 2005 When enough just isn't enough And all I can think about is breaking free All I can do is sit here in silence Wishing for a miracle to rescue me When my heart is pounding And all the presures of life wheigh on me All I can do is focus on the extreme Wishing for solutions to come set me free When my body begins to shut down And all I can think is how'd this happen to me? All I can do is just breathe Wishing for peace and serenity When it rains it pours And showers are tumbling down on me All I keep saying is why me why me? Wishing for a time machine When I keep chosing the same And my history repeats neverending All I want is the strength to be free Wishing I had what it takes inside of me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweetcherrie Posted January 26, 2005 Report Share Posted January 26, 2005 I have been staring at this marvelous poem for at least half an hour. Thinking about replying but not knowing what to write in that reply. I think that the strenght to break free is there, deep inside. Your poem is the first step to finding it. And unfortunately timemachines only go back, since the future is yet to be written, which would make you do it all over again, better deal with it now. Thank you, I have really enjoyed reading it, all ten times. *Hugs tightly* Sweetcherrie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tattered Posted January 27, 2005 Author Report Share Posted January 27, 2005 Aw, really? Your comment almost brought me to tears Sweetcherrie. Maybe it's just the fact that you cared enough to notice, or the fact that I am so emotional. Perhaps it is due to both. Thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted January 28, 2005 Report Share Posted January 28, 2005 The freedom from repeating the patterns of the past comes when you spit fear of the unknown in the eye, ignore your feelings, and choose to challenge the unknown. Someone as smart and sensitive as you can people the unknown possibilities of "what might happen if you dare" with nightmares far worse than the hell you currently know. If insanity is doing the same choices over and over and hoping for a different outcome, then it is fear that leads to insanity. Dare to be brave. It may lead to a new hell - but it might not too. It's worth trying. *huggles* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tasslehoff Posted January 31, 2005 Report Share Posted January 31, 2005 Tattered.. Very very strong poem you have written. I've known of a few times I wished there was a time machine at my disposle, but now, down the road, Im glad I didnt go back, and repeat the hardships. Im still very amazed at your writing, even to this day. I shall keep an eye out for your post an try my hardest to comment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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