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Some kind of crazy
I’m standing so close to the edge, Waiting – just waiting. On what I don’t know, But here I stand in the freezing cold chill, The new day has brought. Those few moments when the sun just hasn’t quite warmed the air, I can’t decide on what I want to do, I can’t decide anything. About all I know for sure is that I can’t do this anymore. Too much pain sears through not only my body but also my mind, Physical pain increasing yet my will to live is ever decreasing And the mental pain… I think it’s the worst. As the black dog combs through every recess of my mind, Hunting through the still burning embers of my brain, Reviving every little insecurity, I’ve ever had Turning me into some kind of crazy, By Susan Logan. All rights reserved ©2018, 202
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This poem resonates with me so much in this current moment its almost as if you wrote it about me and for me for I currently am feeling as if im standing on the edge of what I feel is life or death feeling as if my entire life is a lie do I give up or do I keep going homeless and on the streets this body of mine deserves not to be and should not be at least thats how I feel. Yet I've not tried my absolute best to do everything in my power to make sure that on the streets it won't be. I've poured and given so much of me to all of those around me that I have no more to give to myself. That I just lie here in a room all alone waiting and waiting for someone to come save me, pour into me even though I know that Noone is coming through that door unless I invite them in. All I can say is God I surrender may your will be done and not mine I know not what more you want of me all I can do from this moment forward is be kind to myself pray and hope that I won't end up on the streets or in jail that even praying and asking for that I feel like im asking for to much so ill say no more ill simply be present in the moment hopefully im doing the right thing. God please dont let me end up homeless on the streets and alone thats all that I ask for.
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@Susie Logan thank you so much for your kind words of encouragement. I just realized that my comment in itself is a poem. Think I might be onto something.
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