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Knowing

Poem By: Olwen
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I wrote this poem during my recovery from a tramatic event, much of the poems I have written are my personal connections and gifts that I received from a horific time in my life. THe good and the bad, would love some feedback View table of contents...

 

Submitted: Jul 5, 2008    Reads: 53    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


I  feel a deeper connection as I gaze out my window

closer now to humanity,

not bothered by the personalities.

Smiling to myself, I give thanks,

thanks to be here, to be alive

to see everything clearer.

My power is inside ,

leaving me now fo shorter periods,

coming back with geater strength.

I am not afraid, how could I be,

I am not alone, knowone is,

once you open your eyes and see!


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This is something we should say to ourselves every morning before getting out of bed. It's about appreciate for what you have and are, no matter, and that being happy with that can open more doors. I love that! I will be back to read this again, I'm sure. :) ~ Nixie

Posted: Jul 6, 2008

Author Comment:

Thank you Nixie
and by the way.. such a compliment from an accomplished writer like yourself...Olwen (great stuff)

Nixie, I have this on my wall where I work to remind myself of just that...thank you Olwen, and enjoy your comments and look forward to reading some of your work also..

Posted: Jul 6, 2008

Oh...I loved it. The sentiment within is so true!

Posted: Jul 7, 2008

Author Comment:

Thank you Codey
words to live by..chow Olwen



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