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 Dec 2018 Sam
Ashly Kocher
HUMAN
 Dec 2018 Sam
Ashly Kocher
Don’t forget we are
                ALL
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We ALL have
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We
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And
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The same

We are ALL
                     HUMAN

In every single way...
I read a quote somewhere that said,
"I don't know how many times I have survived myself, without telling anyone else."

And I felt those words shoot through every nerve in my body. I felt them so deeply.

And I wonder how many of us feel the same way.

How many nights we fought off the suicidal thoughts, the urge to cut, the urge to purge, the urge to run or to hide out, alone, too afraid to worry or bother our friends and family.

How many days and nights have we all suffered in our own darkness alone?

People like us fight a battle no one can ever fathom because it's a battle no one can see. And we don't let them.

I've fought myself and survived myself alone so many nights.

There were nights I use to lose my own battle. But some how still came out alive.

I guess that's how we keep going. Because every time we give up we come out stronger.

You fight yourself and beat yourself up for so long that eventually you become a master of surviving a war.

We're warriors.

"I don't know how many times I've survived myself, without telling anyone else."

Tonight, I'm telling all of you.

I survived myself.

And if you're still here and you're reading this, you survived yourself too.

It's not easy but you did it.

And I'm so proud of you all.
The original quote "I dont know how many times I survived myself, without telling anyone else.", which triggered the whole poem was written by @deadwatered. A talented poet I follow on tumblr.
 Dec 2018 Sam
Ashly Kocher
How do you know if someone is broken if you can see inside them....
Some people are broken inside but look perfectly fine on the outside...
Don’t judge, you never know whats going on inside...
 Jul 2018 Sam
Merida
Farewell
 Jul 2018 Sam
Merida
Pain destroys me,
That I have to let it be.
Realization flee,
Like a jailbird begging for a plea.

But I have to bid my last goodbye,
Even if everyone will get hurt, so am I.
Because this mundane place always makes me blue,
I must say that, this is my last adieu.
Happy no more.
Not enough.
 Jun 2018 Sam
Jayantee Khare
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the moon is lonely in the starry night
the sun is lonely amongst the cloud
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the teardrop is lonely in the waves of sea
the heart is lonely in the countless crowd
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the union is lonely while met so many
in the caravan too the loneliness found
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wrote many pages yet lonely is one word
lonely is the matter, the night, things around
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For Kim johanna Baker... translated my last poem
 Jun 2018 Sam
Francie Lynch
I would've given birth
To you,
Endured whatever
Mothers do.
Instead, I did
What Dads do.

I rocked you
Til my future shook;
Watched you til
I couldn't look.
As you changed,
I changed too,
To do the things
That Dads do.

You were bathed,
Dressed and fed;
I loved you so much
I was saved.

If there's credit,
Well, I get it,
For teaching you to read.
I took the blame
When you got bored
With school's ABC's.

I followed you
In all your roles,
Your teams,
Your solos,
Your trips,
Your shows.
First to clap,
Last to sit;
I taped it all,
From start -
To finish.

I taught you
How to tie a lace,
Ride a bike,
Golf and skate.
When time arrived
For you to drive,
You learned
On standard,
Never stranded,
You came home alive.

Your highs
I took in stride,
By example taught
Humility's pride.
Your lows,
I couldn't internalize,
I dropped my guard
With my eyes.

When Dad's do well
It's a double edge,
The future wedge.
The world
Revealed
Desired you too.
I don't dismiss
What mothers do,
But when Dads do well,
Both lose you.
Repost: Happy Father's Day, Dads everywhere.
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