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New life
Contributed by
Bigj
on
Friday, 7th December 2012 @ 09:44:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Cocooned in the depths of sorrow
Hiding from the dark and misery
Unable to take it on awake
Writing a new chapter in my history
Emerging in this new world
Filled with light and clarity
Have I passed this storm?
Have I rid myself of this disparity
This fight was exhausting
Depleting me of everything within
But it's a dawn of a new era
Step by step in this life I begin
Thoughts of the past still exist
Like a rough draft of my life
Enlightening me of my mistakes
Completed now, walking with a stride
No longer in this cocoon
Broken free of this prison
This journey was worth it
Because I earned this wisdom
Copyright ©
Bigj
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2012-12-07 21:44:01] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: New life
(User Rating: 1 ) by MrsJackson on
Friday, 7th December 2012 @ 11:34:48 PM AEST (User
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Very Powerful!! Nice:-) |
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Re: New life
(User Rating: 1 ) by alicewhite on
Friday, 21st December 2012 @ 01:57:15 PM AEST (User
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hi, i loved reading your poem and i personally understand the experience you describe yourself going through with your words,, great poem,, look forward to reading more |
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Re: New life
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jigget on
Friday, 17th April 2015 @ 05:38:34 AM AEST (User
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a while ago, you commented on a poem of mine. you invited me to check out yours and tell you what i think. what i think is that i REALLY liked the rough draft part, for it was perfectly put. as poets, is there anything sweeter than putting it perfectly?
also, i'm sure if you read any more of my poetry, there will be an immediate recognizing of the pen's impetus.
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