Posted in Poetry

What will be, will be

In death will pain still reign?

Or will I be like new again?

Walking with an even gait

No limp to make me late

 

Will my memories only be good?

I wish they were, I hope they should

The past passing gently over time

Not becoming a re-created crime

 

Will you walk that line with me?

Tell others, no!, nothing to see!

Watch my past flow gently past

Those within it, just a host cast

 

Characters that can not hurt me

Time to live my life past-free

Waiting for what happens next

Often rewriting a brand new text

 

 

 

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Author:

I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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