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When I look up at the star's I think, about the past future present and all eternity.what I can be and what I will be. An endless space of infinite ponder and wonder.
Just a thought about reality.
 Jun 2014 Bailey Rennae
nominal
Every day is a strenuous battle just to keep marching forward.
The future terrifies me.
I can only hope I won't hurt then as much as I do now...
But, sometimes soldiers need to retire.
That doesn't make me weak, but vulnerable.
I'm an open target
but I'm on the verge of collapsing.
There aren't enough words to describe how I feel every day,
none strong enough or meaningful enough to describe this pain buried deep into my bones.
I want to ascend away, far, far away from here.

*What the ****
am I supposed to do?
I can't always hold onto false hope.
 Jun 2014 Bailey Rennae
nivek
thin veil pink skin
hides animating spirit
who lives eternal
in the here and now
within without all creation
a poem and the poet
When every sound
          becomes silent
and my eyes
        become useless,

You'll
find me
going
mad.
Sight and sound.
We take them for granted.
They say that poems
are made to touch
the places your
hands can't reach
and well i guess that
makes your smile a
poem
"I am but the messenger,
'tis the writer these words belong,
a ten year old fair damsel,
a beauty, and a song."

copyright June-25-2014  richard riddle
I wrote this for Emily Riddle, my granddaughter, who penned "A Piece of My Life", and "An Angel in Disguise." To ALL of you who took the time to read, respond, and comment on her work, THANK YOU!! so very, very much.
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