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Dumpling, I love your poem for its pain, but even more for its hope. Thank you.
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Thank you for sharing. You are well on your way :) Josie, Support Specialist
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Dumpling, You expressed exactly how I feel. I too am searching. Thank you for letting me know that I'm really not alone in the darkness. There are others here too, I just can't see them. I see a flicker of light and am stretching out for it. Thank you SO much for your poem. It is absolutely wonderful! Lady
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Ms D, You're a poet! Very good piece on the pain and the longing to have done with it. Thanks - It'll come soon for you since you work so hard at it.
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I lie. Forehead touching knees, Arms clutching legs in agony, Longing for return to the comfort of the womb. The pills Draw me out. But I hide in sleep Day and night, to escape the loneliness and pain. The core Of my beliefs Trap me, make me see Through twisted thoughts, a distorted view of life. So I look For the good For the proof of positives To love myself, and find my way from the darkness. I walk Through rustling leaves And I catch a glimpse Of the joy of gathering and jumping and scattering. And I know That soon I will feel again The ordinary joy of an ordinary day.

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