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Oct 2013
I can live in this black hole no longer.
I have to find a way to make myself stronger.
If I stay here I am surely done.
I know I have not finished my run.

There is more in store for me to live.
There is more to receive and more to give.
Everyone has there own time to go
And mine is not yet, this I know.

I thought my life was over and through.
Without you it seemed the only thing to do.
But no, it is not meant to be.
There is more time on earth for me.

The will to live is strong and great
To shrink and give up is not my fate.
But to find a way to rise above
And still be close to your sweet love.

I look up from down this closing well
Now wanting to rise from this demon’s hell.
That is the goal for which I strive
To come through the end and make it alive.

No small feat is it to pull yourself through
But to thine self, you must be true.
I want you back with all my heart
But it is not my time to depart.

I see it one day, another road
And on it I will carry my load.
In time the load will be lighter to bear
But no matter how long, it will always be there.

Day by day I’ll make it through
And gradually I’ll learn just what to do.
I’m pulling from deep within my core
To build a life worth living for.
Connie Buchan
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Connie Buchan  Regina, SK, Canada
(Regina, SK, Canada)   
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