October 20th 2003
Brokendown - a poem
Broken-down,
like never before, torn apart.
My heart, my soul, my entire being,
lower than I've ever known before.
Completely depleted of my strength,
my hope... seemed only a memory.
Lost, empty, devastated, crushed,
with no idea what to make of anything.
Meanwhile, two of the tiniest lives I've ever known... flourishing.
Ahead of the game, no idea of the things that,
to me, were sure to come.
Every poke, every kick as if to say,
"We're alive and healthy as ever, don't give up on us."
like never before, torn apart.
My heart, my soul, my entire being,
lower than I've ever known before.
Completely depleted of my strength,
my hope... seemed only a memory.
Lost, empty, devastated, crushed,
with no idea what to make of anything.
Meanwhile, two of the tiniest lives I've ever known... flourishing.
Ahead of the game, no idea of the things that,
to me, were sure to come.
Every poke, every kick as if to say,
"We're alive and healthy as ever, don't give up on us."
Abby expected in 1 month, 26 days
Zoë expected in 1 month, 26 days
Enzo expected in 4 years, 11 months, 4 days
Poems posted by Laura at 1:23 PM |
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