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The pain and the agony,
that layers us all.
Is nothing compared,
to the great fibro fall.
She struggles through life,
holding tight to her love.
But nobody can behold,
the sadness above.
Like an injured bird she flys through her life.
making sure she does what is right.
Nobody can see, nobody can hear.
What honestly starts this flooding tear.
The bravery that has been taken,
the heart that she has given.
Yet somewhere inside her,
she knows not a soul is forgiven.
She lives through it all,
with a smile on her face.
Yet somewhere inside,
lies a prayer for her faith.
Thank you so much!
- by angelic_cookie232 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/11/2009 |
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- Title: How it kills
- Artist: angelic_cookie232
- Description: This is a poem I wrote about my mother who struggles with Fibromyolgia.
- Date: 03/11/2009
- Tags: kills
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Gina Half - 06/05/2009
- Its really nice. I liked it!
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- Madd Fail - 06/05/2009
- I get it :3 5/5
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- 5_Demonic Angel_5 - 03/12/2009
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wow ur poem is so touching and deep! im sorry for ur what happened to ur mom
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- Silently_Die_By_You - 03/11/2009
- wow, i dont get it but its really good
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