More (Poem)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Things change. Things alawys change.



Can it be?
Is there more?
Is there something
Left in store?
Lost I was,
But I found myself,
I stood up on my own,
And regained my health.
I thought this was it,
I thought there would always be pain,
But now I see that this storm
Is life-giving rain.
There's more than just this,
Even if I didn't want to see it,
There's more than this darkness,
I'll dig myself out of this pit.
I don't have to be like this,
I don't have to live with the hurt,
I don't have to live so low,
I don't have to feel like dirt.

Submitted: June 11, 2010

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