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The Past

Poetry By: myheart

this is about the past of me with anxiety

Submitted:Feb 8, 2010    Reads: 68    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

i look back from the past and into the present

seeing there was a stairase leading me along the whole time

so when i swiveled or started to fall there was always that step

before the present to catch me when it could

i was amazing at how far i have come along

that i had even made it this far in life was quite a mistery

for on that staircase came a few times i had to step back

but in them right times i could step farther forward again

that every obstacle that life has thrown at me until now

i have overcome and survived for obviously i am still alive

and all them times i thought to myself and told everyone

i would rather give up because trying so hard was agony

that giving up was obviously the easy way out and

my parents and friends wouldnt let me for they cared so much

for each and every day anxiety was grasping me closer and closer

into its arm and encasing me into my safe area in which was so small

but right now looking back at just the past few months i see now

that i wouldnt have ever fallen for there were so many people there

to catch me when i stumbled and to help me climb them stairs


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