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I wish I knew
How not to be sad.
How not to be angry,
And how not to feel pain.

I wish I knew
How to be happy.
How to enjoy life,
And how to leave the past behind.

I wish I knew
How to trust.
How to love myself,
And how to forget the harm.

I wish I knew
How to open up.
How to fight the dark,
And how to get rid of anger.

I wish I knew that
Not everyone is nice.
Not everyone wants to be friends,
And not everyone is kind.

I wish I knew that
Not all things are free.
Not all love is real,
And not all hope is true.

I wish I knew that
Not everything is joyful.
Not everything is beautiful,
And not everything is light.

I wish I knew that
Memories don't fade.
That words sting,
And scar for life.

I wish I knew
That my skies wouldn't clear.
That my demons would win,
And that I would give in to the darkness.
December 31, 2016.
Sand slips through the cracks in my hands
As a struggle to keep it close.
It always finds a way to go,
No matter how tight I hold.
My grip must be weak,
Or maybe it’s betraying me.
Because a better part of me knows
The sand will always slip away.
Deeper the silence
slowly inexorably
still silent centre
calls forth her children
be still and listen.
You truly are special. you were created to be you by the Father.
For you were created, the same one whom created the heavens.
The Father and the Son created you to be very Special person.
They knew you before you were even thought of before you were born.
You truly are Loved, you are the Perfect one to fulfill your purpose.
You are truly an Blessing, an encouragement, you truly inspiring.
I have been very Blessed, by each and everyone of you here Friend.
I am so very thankful, for all that you do on here Hello poetry site.
As well as all of you that are on my Facebook page as well, I am so thankful.
I am weary and tired of the battle. Everything that I try to save seems lost to me. The emptiness sometimes makes me feel like an echo of myself. My soul is shattered into pieces. Doubt becomes my constant companion and I simply lose the strength to go on. In times of utter darkness, comfort is not often easy to find. So I must look for purpose in order to renew my strength. Looking with in myself, I see what I was born for. I see the path that I have walked and the battle scars that cut deeply into my heart. In these moments I examine my own soul and put the pieces back together. I then look or another who feels as I do and try to help them mend as well, thus restoring my own sense of purpose and helping my own soul to heal.
I thank family and friends for being part of my happiness one or other way. Near future I will shape myself and make you happy the same way you all did.
Happy New Year
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